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A STUDENT'S REVERIE 



BY 

Henry Nehemiah Dodge 



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World' Saviour ^ see me at Thy feet 

Awe-stricken ; in my hands ^ for Thine unmeet^ 

My hearths best treasure dearly bought 

With tears and travail^ and %vith trembling brought. 

If in this casket Thou shouldst fnd 

Aught to adorn Thy way or serve mankind. 

Though not myrrh, frankincense ^ or gold — 

Tribute of star-led caravans of old — 

Take it^ Heart of Love Divine, 

And use it as Thou wilt^ for it is Thine, 



PRELUDE 

O EE on His mother's gentle breast, 
^ The infant Saviour sink to rest; 
Soon will she lay His baby head 
In peace upon His manger-bed; 
Sleep, little Jesu, sleep awhile. 
Then bless us with Thy waking smile. 

Angels, sing some sweet lullaby, 
Soft echoes from the blissful sky; 
Sing, angels, sing to all the earth 
The story of His lowly birth ; 
Look, sons of men — a wondrous sight- 
Love new-born, with resistless might! 

This dimpled form, so soft and fair, 
The burdens of a world shall bear; 



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These tender feet, so small and weak, 
For us, where'er we stray, shall seek; 
These little arms outstretched shall be 
For all mankind, on Calvary. 

Wake, Child, the nations need Thee, wake! 
The mighty now Thy vassals make; 
Subdue their stubborn wills to Thine, 
O'ermastered by a touch divine — 
Let Conquering Love fierce passions tame 
And get new glory to Thy name. 

Swathed in love's peerless majesty, 

Lead warring nations after Thee, 

That following they may find Thy way 

To light and peace, and in that day 

Forever, at Thy bidding, sheathe their swords, 

And hail Thee King of Kings and Lord of Lords! 




ARGUMENT 



TN an old New England farmhouse a student sits 
-■• in meditation ; a fierce storm raging without, his 
lamp and fire dimly burning within, his closed 
book before him, and the skeleton which he has 
been studying beside him. 

Falling into a train of reflection upon the human 
form, he is led to think of the undeveloped powers 
and the future life of that being whose frame has 
long engrossed his study. 

After various meditations upon the immortal life 
into which, as in a vision, he sees an endless flood 
of souls rising from the earth, his mind is filled with 
questioning thoughts as to the final destiny of man- 
kind, feeling that an all-wise God whose nature is 
love, must have designed the human race which 
He created, for happiness and holiness at last. 



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The student is overawed by the immensity of the 
thought and by those teachings of the Scriptures 
which appear to conflict with such an idea. Where- 
upon he is led to consider one or two typical 
passages usually held to support a contrary view, 
and as his mind begins to rest upon a hopeful 
solution of the question, other objections of a phi- 
losophical character relating to freedom, law, etc., 
rise to confront him. 

After considering these and some other questions 
to which they lead, and still feeling that Love must 
in the end be triumphant in spite of all the vast 
opposing forces, he appeals to the risen Saviour to 
show the manner and extent of His victory, that 
his soul may rest in quiet on a sure foundation. 

The Saviour relates to him the experience of His 
passion as a pledge of His final and complete 
victory over evil. 

Perfect peace takes possession of the student's 
mind as he hears a chant of triumph sung by the 
heavenly hosts, hailing the sure victory of love. 

The writer's treatment of his subject is but frag- 
mentary, as indeed befits so vast a theme; so vast 
that it will not suffer itself to be cramped within 
the formalities of an orderly arrangement, but 



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rather, like drifting fragments of a wondrous vision, 
kindles the imagination with faint, disjointed 
glimpses of the mighty whole which may not yet 
be grasped in the fulness of its majesty. 

Like the musician haunted by some sweet, elu- 
sive melody, now leading, now driving him from 
key to key, from stop to stop of his instrument, the 
writer seeks through diverse forms of rhythm and 
measure some expression for the unutterable joy of 
divine harmony that has stirred his soul. 




PROLOGUE 



r\ HEAVENLY DOVE, thy quickening influ- 

^-^ ence give, 

Brood o'er my helpless thoughts and make them 

live ; 
Strengthen and clothe my feeble, fledgeling words. 
That they may fly abroad like happy birds; 
That they to saddened hearts new hope may bear, 
And with long-troubled minds their gladness share; 
New light within some darkened chamber fling — 
Sunlight swift glancing from a passing wing — 
Till joy shall take the place of doubt's dull pain 
And the fainthearted one fresh courage gain; 
Some scoffer learn how great the love he spurns, 
That like a home lamp for his coming burns; 
Some wavering soldier buckle on his sword 
And hasten to the warfare of his Lord. 



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Come, Holy Spirit, touch my heart with fire, 
Set free my stammering tongue and tune my lyre, 
That I to my high theme new powers may bring. 
The triumph of Almighty Love to sing! 



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Spenf as a wounded bird 
Fallen afield unheard^ 
My voice was mute. 

Silent and hurt I lay, 
While breathed afar all day 
Spring's mellow flute. 

Within me struggled long 
Faint hope and dream of song^ 
My heart was numb. 

Slow came each tuneless day, 
Went its mysterious way, 
And I lay dumb. 

When, lo, a Heavenly voice 
Bade my dead heart rejoice — 
Eternal spring ! 



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** Sing of the times to be^ 
Of justice^ liberty^ 
Truth's glory siftg. 

" Sing of the reign of love 
Desce?iding from above ; 
Take thou my lute I 

" For this I wounded thee, 
That thou mighVst sing for me 
Thy longings mute^ 






Awake, oh lute, from silent sleeps 
My heart is hotly urging j 

Awake and sing the 7?iighty deep 
With tide and tempest surging f 

My ship the heaving billow rolls, 
The reeling mast a-swaying j 

Oy Guide of storm-beat, questing souls, 
Keep Thou my keel from straying / 



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^Gainst wind a7id current on my course 
I plunge, vast waters ploughing J 

The cruel ocean ravens hoarse^ 
Lone requiem voices soughing. 

Though storm and doubt my valor test^ 

Let not my soul be craven : 
Oy Pilot, lead me to the rest 

Of truth' s far-shining haven ! 




Christus Victor: 



A STUDENT'S REVERIE 



I 



T OUD storms the tempest, heaven is black with 

^ rage; 

The headlong winds have broken every bond, 

And savage blasts go scouring through the sky 

As if a demon-hag with her foul imps 

Swept shrieking down the night: a direful crew, 

Fore-runners of some dread calamity. 

Fierce glares the lightning, loud the thunders roar, 

And swollen clouds pour down long treasured 

wrath. 
Grim gnarled oaks writhe groaning in the gale, 
Like harassed souls, struggling with doubt and 

fear — 



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Brave hearts, though torn, unconquered by the 

storm ! — 
Hoarse gusts with ghostly cries besiege the house 
And, shuddering, prowl about from door to door, 
Now shake the casements, now with sad complaint 
Hiss through the shivering crannies, ** Let us in! '* 
The blazing firebrands cast a lurid glare 
Over the room, making weird shadows dance 
Fantastic measures to the wild refrain. 
My book is closed, and night wears slowly on 
The while I muse, in drifting reverie lost : 



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What is this that sits beside me! 

Who my guest this fearful night ? 
Whose these pallid, ghostly features 

Shining in the fitful light ? 

Spectral face of doubtful meaning — 
Was it but the flickering gleam 

Of the flame which from that visage 
Caused a deathly smile to beam ? 

Was it that the sudden shudder 
Of the storm-wind's gusty flaws 



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Made a sound like hollow laughter 
Gurgle through those fleshless jaws ? 

Ha, 't was not a laugh he uttered, 
Long ago that voice was hushed ; 

Long it is since grief or pleasure 
From that withered bosom gushed. 

Those white limbs of his are lifeless, 
And that jaw is fixed and stern, 

And his orbless sockets, glaring, 
Never from the embers turn. 

Ill 

grisly phantom of a man, 

1 know not how thy story ran, 

Or whether thou wert stern of face 

Or wreathed with smiles of winsome grace, 

Or whence thy footsteps hither came. 

Or what thy lineage or name; 

Howe'er unknown the tale may be, 

Yet wert thou fellow-man to me. 

Nay, leave thy rigid hand in mine. 
For I thy secret would divine; 



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How oft mine eyes have run thee o*er 
To con the cabalistic lore 
Deep carved on every glistening bone, 
As I have sat with thee alone, 
Searching for each minute detail 
That aught my purpose might avail: 
But now upon this grewsome night 
I see thee in a fairer light; 
What is it binds my life to thee, 
What thread of common destiny ? 

Of what avail is all the strife, 
The stress and toil of human life, 
If this wan spectre is the goal. 
The final answer to the soul ? 
Yet night doth so oppress my heart 
With solitude and storm, thou art 
A welcome comrade, though 1 trace 
Scant fellowship in thy hard face. 
I can but feel, whoe'er thou art, 
That in my life thou hadst a part, 
That in thy lineaments I see 
One who is somehow knit to me. 
Whose life and mine, for ill or good, 
Join in a mystic brotherhood. 



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Lo, this is but a ruined home 
Whose tenant now afar doth roam, 
This habitation left behind 
Some statelier palace dome to find. 
Here once an eager spirit dwelt 
Who all our common passion felt; 
His humble cot these crumbling walls 
Where now my voice so vainly calls. 
Once blithesome laughter echoed here^ 
And pain's lament, and cries of fear. 
This stony face that naught can move 
Once answered to the tones of love, 
As, rocked upon a mother's breast. 
Her sheltering arms this form caressed. 

What songs of joy were lightly trilled, 

What rapture once this bosom thrilled, 

What throes of pain these members shook 

Ere he this tenement forsook! 

But ere the spirit went his way, 

Leaving this ruin to decay, 

Was there no missive hidden here, 

No word of greeting for my ear; 

Did he no message leave with thee, 

O Shadow of Humanity ? 



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IV 

Why shrink away from this grim skeleton ? 
For here is beauty. See, each curving bone 
Is carved and fashioned by a skilful hand 
And fitted to its fellow, while the whole 
For strength is built, a marvel of design. 
With cunning art the supple joints are wrought, 
Suited to complex movements manifold. 
Here is a channel deeply grooved to guard 
Some tender vessel from all outward harm. 
These serried ribs protect the beating heart 
And with each surging breath, as billows, heave; 
These bones rise dome-like over reason's throne. 



This framework of a man, with tension strong 
Full many a cord and band together knit. 
And hold each timber of the spirit's house 
Firmly in its appointed place; then all 
The busy joints are freed from friction's heat, 
As the soft oil prevents the noisy clang 
Of mighty engines, or the rattling loom. 



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See where the swelling muscles next were placed; 

Fold upon fold they lie, a ruddy mass, 

The seat of strength, like strands close intertwined. 

Here is the source of labor's sturdy blows. 

And skill of fingers as they deftly fly, 

Making the softest music; here the touch 

Of hands that tells of love. 

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Through every part 

A labyrinthic network winds, like some 
Far-clambering vine whose wide-extended arms 
Bear heavy clusters fraught with ruby wine. 
Through swelling arteries with ceaseless flow 
The stream of life comes rushing from the heart. 
O heart, so steadfast in thy lifelong task. 
Unfaltering day and night, from youth to age. 
Thou strange, unfathomed fount of weal and woe ! 
As a wild torrent chafes its banks and roars 
With recent rain, so leaps this crimson stream 
When passions burn ; as gentle waters flow 
'Neath summer sun, so glides this current on 
When peace and health hold sway, bearing new 

strength 
Upon its waves. 



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The whole with art divine 
Is rounded to the matchless form of man, 
Modelled for beauty, strength, and majesty; 
Lord of the earth, erect, facing the heavens, 
Of all created forms the masterpiece. 
And over all a silken vestment spreads, 
Now mantling with the bloom and rose of youth, 
Now blanched with age, or pain, or withering fear. 
And on the head, like to a crown of glory 
Or a strong helmet, see the thick, crisp hair 
That lends its beauty to the manly face ; 
Or sunny tresses with their glorious wealth 
White shoulders hiding, flowing down to drape 
The graceful form with their luxuriance 
As, mirrored first in Eden's crystal fount. 
Eve, wondering, saw her glowing beauty shine 
Fairer than first awoke the blushing morn 
To meet the flashing eye of amorous day, 
Fairer than the silvery moon on Paradise, 

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Ah, who can tell the marvels of the eye. 
Where thought, expectant, in its watch-tower 
waits — 



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A wondrous lens that pictures to the mind 
The beauty and the terror of the world; 
Mysterious mirror, deep, unfathomable; 
The eye of man, before whose fearless gaze 
The lion slinks affrighted to his lair; 
A glowing beacon-light that flashes forth 
On friend or foe the flames of love or hate 
From pent up fires. 

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Hark how the song of birds, 
The merry laughter or the cry of pain, 
The muttering thunder and the ocean's roar, 
Through the mysterious chambers of the ear 
Are echoed to the soul that dwells within! 

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Here sounds the voice, that peerless instrument. 
With gentle tones it lulls the babe to rest. 
And murmurs words of love and tenderness; 
With stern commands directs the strife of men, 
Where nations struggle on the field of war; 
Swayed by the magic of its eloquence 
The hearts of thousands beat with one accord; 



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And, when it soars upon the wings of song, 
The souls of men are touched with fire, and rise 
Consumed with longings fierce, impetuous. 
That storm across the spirit roused from sleep 
And raise a wild commotion in the deep — 
High above earth and all its sordid care. 



XII 



High over all, the brain, thought's mighty vassal, 

Sits like a despot ruling by his will; 

A thousand messengers await his nod 

To bear his mandates with the lightning's speed. 

Within this convoluted maze what powers. 

What energies, what aspirations dwell. 

And from their narrow cell reach forth to shake 

The world, yea, dare to grasp the universe ! 

XIII 

Before such lavish beauty of design 

I stand in awe, and contemplate the throng 

Of earth's unnumbered children, each one made 

With skill so wonderful. Here we behold 

The culmination of a mighty plan; 



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Each step, advancing from the lower depths 

Of reptile life, displays a clearer mark 

Of nearer likeness to creation's head. 

This chain of life ascending, who shall trace 

The spirit's frame ? Ah, who with wondering eye 

Shall penetrate the soul's anatomy, 

The texture of the immortal man disclose, 

Or watch the ethereal spirit poise for flight 

Released from earth's reluctant, clinging clay — 

That form which still in glowing youth shall live 

When all the starry hosts of heaven have passed ? 

XIV 

New wonders crowding thick on every side 

My soul is dazzled with infinity, 

And prostrate falls before Eternal Love, 

Adoring Him, our Father and our God, 

Whose glory fills the wide earth and the heavens. 

Whose might created and whose will sustains. 

He stamped His image on each human soul 

And made us godlike in our mortal state; 

He made our flesh His temple glorious. 

Filled full of light divine; our weakness, strength; 

Our death, the way to immortality. 



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They judge not rightly who, the husk earth-stained 

Seeing, ignore the precious seed within. 

Could we but read aright the germs divine 

Hid in this perishing frame, waiting the growth 

Of countless ages and millenniums, 

What eye could bear the glory of the sight 

Blinded before the majesty revealed. 

As 't were the Lord of Light he looked upon, 

So blends the finite with the infinite, 

So close allied is man with Deity. 

Each generation as it comes and goes 

New powers evolves, greater dominion grasps, 

And clearer vision of our birthright gains. 

And when these germs shall feel the Eternal Spring 

Breathing upon them, each shall wake to bloom 

Of deathless beauty, unfolding leaf by leaf, * 

As the fair rosebud opens to the sun, 

Each petal sweet with fragrance all its own, 

Distilled from early dew, from sweat, from tears 

Of earth, seethed in the slow retorts of God. 

XVI 

What man soe*er I chance to see — 
Amazing thought — is kin to me. 
And if a man, my brother! 



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What though in silken raiment fine 
His form be clad, while naked mine; 
He is a man, my brother. 

What though with flashing chariot wheel 
He spurn my cry, nor pity feel; 
He is a man, my brother. 

What though he sit in royal state 
And for an empire legislate ; 
He is a man, my brother. 

What though of strange and alien race, 
Of unfamiliar form and face; 
He is a man, my brother. 

What though his hand be hard with toil 
And labor his worn garment soil ; 
He is a man, my brother. 

What though ashamed, with drooping head. 
He beg a morsel of my bread ; 
He is a man, my brother. 

What though he grovel at my feet. 
Spurned by the rabble of the street; 
He is a man, my brother. 



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What though his hand with crime be red, 
His heart a stone, his conscience dead; 
He is a man, my brother. 

And when we pass upon the street 
It is my brother that I meet; 
Alas, alas, my brother! 

Though low his life, and black his heart, 
There is a nobler, deathless part 
Within this man, my brother. 

The soul which this frail clay enfolds 
The image of its Maker holds — 

That makes this man my brother. 

Though dimly there that image shine, 
It marks the soul a thing divine, 
A child of God, my brother. 

For him the spotless Son of God, 
The Perfect Man, our pathway trod, 
To show Himself our Brother. 

Nor walks the earth so vile a wretch 
But down to him that love doth stretch, 
As to an only brother. 



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Though deep the abyss with darkness lower, 
'T is but the measure of His power 
Who thence will raise my brother. 

A Saviour to the uttermost, 
He will not see His brother lost, 
Nigh ruined, yet His brother. 



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Hold back thy hand, 

And reverent stand 
Before this image of thy God. 

See in this face 

Some latent trace 
Of Him who raised thee from the sod. 

Long shadows, cast 

By ages past, 
Now blur and stain this image fair; 

The hate and crime 

Of bygone time 
Still guard their ancient stronghold there, 



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In this dark life, 

With turmoil rife, 
But coarse and stunted flowers bloom; 

Thy lilies fair 

Ne'er blossomed there — 
What blighting curse has been his doom ? 

These records old 

A tale unfold 
Of foul disease and low desires; 

Here vice now breeds 

Its poison seeds, 
Transmitted from a hundred sires. 

Gaunt Famine's hand 

Here placed its brand — 
Canst thou for him no pity feel ? — 

War's hurt and scar 

These features mar. 
Long trampled by the oppressor's heel. 

Justice and Right, 

Behold the blight. 
And blush to think where lies the blame! 

In this low face 

See your disgrace. 
The blood-writ story of your shame. 



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Here impious Greed 

Doth vengeance breed, 
Portent of wrath^s insanity ; 

How dare ye scorn 

This wreck, storm-torn. 
This derelict on life's vexed sea ! 

O sons of power, 

Beware the hour 
When God to judgment summons Greed ; 

In that wild day, 

Though loud ye pray. 
Your cry the Avenger may not heed. 

My brother, curst 

With mortal thirst, 
Ye lure where fiery lava flows ; 

For gold ye sell 

Fierce draughts from Hell 
That fill a drunken world with woes. 

Before you see 

Humanity 
Despoiled, disfigured ; from this face 

Cry myriad slain 

For lust of gain ; 
Ah, who shall Greed's foul scars erase ? 



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Why must ye wait 

Until too late: 
Till Nemesis unsheathe her sword ? 

Love yet might take 

This wretch and make 
A man of him! — Forgive us, Lord! 

From this dark heart 

A stream might start. 
Called forth by your good word or deed, 

And, flowing, bless 

Some wilderness 
Whose harvests men unborn would feed. 

Make less his load, 

Forbear your goad ; 
Help him to know your fairer life ; 

Soon, soon for all 

The night will fall, 
And hushed will be the toil and strife. 

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Suppose a kindly word of mine 
Could lift the clouds and bring sunshine; 
Am I my brother's keeper ? 



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Suppose the weary worker toils, 
For scanty pittance delves and moils; 
Am I my brother's keeper ? 

Suppose in penury and fear 
My neighbor see the wolf draw near; 
Am I my brother's keeper ? 

Suppose beneath a tyrant's heel 
Some distant nation anguish feel; 
Am I my brother's keeper ? 

Perhaps — who knows ? — perhaps I 'm not! 
Self-centred soul! hast thou forgot 
The marvel of our common lot, 
The mystic tie that binds us all 
Who dwell on this terrestrial ball, 
Stupendous hope of time and song, 
The bourne for which the ages long ? 
How hard our hearts must seem to Thee, 
Exhaustless Fount of Charity ! 

XIX 

See where the sun, in fiery splendor sinking. 
Shoots down his rays athwart the misty clouds; 



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After his journey, cooling vapors drinking, 
Ere he his face in growing darkness shrouds. 

If the great sun, with life awakening power, 

From ocean's breast, from stream, and lake, and 
fen 

Rich treasure draw, wherewith the earth to dower 
When poured upon the parched ground again; 

Cannot the Lord, the will of man compelling 
By love's attractive power to seek His face. 

Awaken life where'er He makes His dwelling, 
Amid the scattered kindreds of the race; 

Awake new life, in blessed fountains flowing 
From hearts unused to do their fellows good; 

Streaming to every land, forever growing 
Unto a universal brotherhood ? 



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How dream-like and unstable is the form 
That wraps the spirit in its earthly veil! 
In ceaseless flight the winged atoms haste 
From earth and sea and air — a rescuing host — 
To build anew this fast dissolving frame 



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That with each movement, with each thought casts 

off 
The perished cells which die that we may live. 
This solid flesh so firm is but a shape, 
A candle flame that seems from hour to hour 
The same in form, unchanged in brilliancy; 
Yet through the flame there flows a ceaseless stream 
Of particles ablaze with heat, that give 
Themselves its form and beauty to maintain. 
As burns this candle flame with passing days 
From infancy to age, what flitting shapes, 
What weakness, vigor, and decrepitude 
Hide from our view the ever-constant soul ! 
We feel faint stirrings of immortal youth 
And start with wonder at our fading flesh; 
And when this changing mask we have outgrown 
Or when the Lord of Life shall call us hence, 
Then shall we suddenly be clothed upon 
With some more glorious form of vaster powers. 

XXI 

*T is certain thou must die, and even now 
The lines are closing in that shall one day — 
How soon thou knowest not — converge on thee. 



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And when that messenger shall summon thee 
He will not brook delay, nor let thee tarry, 
Though urgent business need thee sore, though 

schemes 
Long nursed by thee, from year to year, be ripe 
Thy soul to gladden with their guerdon fair. 
The house thou buildest thou may'st not complete; 
The ship thou loadest may not put to sea; 
Thou may' St not bid thy dearest friend farewell. 
Nor speak thy treasured message to the world, 
Though nations listen, waiting for thy word. 
Why dost thou fear ? All men must pass that way; 
Death would not come to all were 't not a boon. 
Lest we these rudimentary gifts should hold 
Of too great moment are we hurried hence; 
Love is not satisfied that we should stay 
From our inheritance too long away. 

XXII 

** Why dost thou drive me so, insatiate one ? 

Is 't not enough from dawn to setting sun ? 

Me with all thy schemes thou dost so active keep, 

I fain would find oblivion in sleep. 

Once had I rest and peace ere thee I knew. 



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Where *mid the grass and flowers the wild birds 

flew; 
But since the day myself to thee I gave, 
Naught hast thou done but grind me as thy slave." 

** Oh, I am weary of thy long complaint, 
Thy tales of woe, thy fears lest thou shouldst faint. 
Thy constant cries for food, for rest, for sleep. 
That would my strong desire in bondage keep! 
Long have I nursed thee, waited on thy need, 
Kept low my fires thy smouldering flame to feed; 
Oft wondered why thy burdens I must bear. 
And why thou too my longing couldst not share. 
Peace! Had I driven thee to my full desire. 
Long since wouldst thou have perished of my fire. 
Soon may*st thou rest amid thy grass and flowers. 
But I shall haste away to try my immortal powers. 

XXIII 

The savage bending o'er a pool 

Beholds his image, eye to eye. 
And gazing on that dusky face 

Recoils amazed — he knows not why. 



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At noon upon a grassy knoll 

The wearied reaper scans the sky; 

The harvest grows, the cloud floats on 
Has he forgot that he must die ? 

The restless worker delves and dreams 
While round the sun the seasons fly; 

He builds for more than mortal years, 
As though he were not soon to die. 

High o*er the city's muffled roar 
His silent turrets greet the sky; 

He soars above the sordid earth, 
Forgetful that he there must lie. 

Across the scholar's dusty page 
The centuries toil beneath his eye; 

He sees the nations rise and fall, 
Forgetting he himself must die. 

O heart, thine intuition trust. 

Dream on of greater things to be; 

Thou feelest thou art more than dust, 
And thou wouldst know thy destiny. 



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Why dost thou glare so fierce, 
O Death, as thou wouldst pierce, 
With thine uplifted dart, 
My sinking heart? 

Yet though men fear thee so 
Wherever thou dost go, 
And tremble at thy feet, 
Thou art a cheat! 

Though men thy pity crave. 
Though naught from thee can save, 
Thy Master rules above, 
Thou servest Love. 

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A faint, delicious odor! Whence, ah, whence 
This breath of Spring that ravishes my sense? 

Twineth some peerless wood-nymph in her hair 
Immortal blossoms, for this world too fair? 



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Is it the rose-leaf of love's first-born kiss, 
Thrilling with rapture of unfathomed bliss ? 

Is it the prayers of saints that Heavenward rise, 
Floating as incense to the waiting skies ? 

Ah no, no, no ! Thou need'st no further go. 
Sweet Arbutus is waking at thy feet in snow ! 

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From flight's dark realms I woke to hear 
A strain of bird-song sweet and clear j 
Yet was V the birds, or had I dreamed? 
But yestermorn it winter seemed ! 
Why is it the brave robins sing 
So tuneful this inclement spring, 
Though skies be dull, though airs be keen. 
Nor swelling bud, nor flower be seen ? 
O minstrels glad, what brought you here, 
Where have you been all winter drear ? 
Come you to herald the return 
Of days when blushing roses burn t 
Hot yet, not yet, it is too soon; 
Your song foretells a greater boon. 



Voices Sweet anD 3tow 27 

Robins^ you need not tell the resty 
Your happy secret I have guessed; 
And sing your sweetest well you may — 
Oh life^ oh love^ oh blissful day ! 



XXIII ^ 

What is it makes thee pensive ^ Spring ? 
Why dost thou not, as ever, sing ? 
What hushes now thy tuneful voice 
When with thy birds thou should' st rejoice ? 
Why did the blood-root come so late^ 

The violet and anemone. 
As if for someone they did wait j 

For some dear face they longed to see ? 

One dog-wood in the whitening lane 
Blooms red this year as if in pain, 
And even the apple-blossoms fail 
Their witching perfume to exhale. 
What is it ails thee, gentle Spring ? 
I long to hear thee laugh and sing; 
I 'm longing for the luscious smell 
Of lilacs that I love so well. 



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Why sifst thou moping in thy bower 
Because thou missest one dear flower^ 
And wilt not even stoop to dally 
With thine own lily-of-the-valley 2 
The flower thou lov'st will soon appear^ 

The sweetest flower of all the May; 
Hark^ hark^ she 's comings dost not hear ? 

Then brush that foolish tear away ! 



XXIII ^ 



Hid in the chrysalis, this grovelling worm 
Lies heedless of the storm and winter's cold, 
Until the spring with beauty clothes the field — 
Now vocal with sweet song, now hushed and still, 
Save where the wood-dove blows his mellow horn — 
And June with roses crowns the blossoming year. 
Then, breaking from its withered tenement, 
This dormant life to larger freedom wakes ; 
In splendor clothed, it flits from flower to flower, 
With jewels on its rainbow-tinted wings, 
A living blossom, fairest of them all ! 



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IDotcee Sweet anD TLovo 29 

XXIV 

A tomb was built of massive stones, 
Fast clamped with many an iron band; 

Below, among ancestral bones, 
Lay the last noble of the land. 

** Closed be this tomb, these stones unmoved," 

So ran the legend graven deep, 
** Their line is done, their worth is proved, 

Let them in peace forever sleep/* 

A tiny seed came floating by, 

Borne gently on the summer breeze, 

A living germ, not doomed to die. 
Offspring of sturdy forest trees. 

It fell to earth unheard, unseen, 

Within a little crevice lay. 
And slumbered there in peace serene. 

Unknown, unnoticed, many a day. 

Its rootlet slowly downward crept 

Through narrow paths with granite walled, 



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Where long-dead generations slept ; 
Nor was it by the gloom appalled. 



Its fibres grappled with the dead 

That dwelt in ghastly grandeur there; 

Upon their mouldering ashes fed, 
Transmuting dust to verdure fair. 

Into the air the seedling sped, 

The tree rejoicing sought the light; 

Its branches triumphed o'er the dead 
That long had lain in slumberous night. 

Till, nourished by the sun and rain, 
It gathered strength from day to day; 

Then rent its mighty bonds in twain 
And rolled the granite rocks away. 



The sunlight trespassed in the tomb. 

The breezes laughed with fragrant breath. 

New life dispelled the ancient gloom 
And mocked the vaiftited power of death ! 






Voices Sweet anO ttow 31 

XXV 

From mystic polar glaciers torn, 

Impelled by mighty currents deep, 
Slow-drifting mountain-dreams are borne, 

Majestic in their onward sweep. 
From night escaped, on crystal keel 

They seek a softer, sunnier clime; 
So drifting, dream on till thou feel 

The summer-glow of endless time, 
And melting in the ocean swell. 
There bid thine ancient bonds farewell ! 



XXVI 

I sought a lake among the peaceful hills 
Where fairy fleets of water-lilies grow; 

Each argosy rich golden treasure fills, 
Around them perfume-laden breezes blow. 

The lily-pads, all glistening emerald, float 
Around me, whispering softly as I go 

Sweet, murmured messages against my boat 
To her for whom their dainty blossoms blow. 



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I plucked the swaying lilies, one by one, 

Torn from deep moorings in the languid stream; 

No more they rode at anchor in the sun. 

Short snapped each dripping stem, as breaks a 
dream. 

But one proud flower the queen of all did reign ; 

Its jealous stem refused to let it go; 
I pulled — the mimic cable bore the strain 

And weighed its anchor from the depths below. 

This lily on her gentle breast shall lie — 
Lo, the reluctant root has reached the light; 

I started, wondering as it met my eye, 

How from such foulness grew these petals bright! 

Drifting, I felt the presence of the Power 

That from corruption formed a child of light; 

That from the blackness called this radiant flower, 
Pure, golden-hearted, robed in spotless white. 



XXVII 

Within the egg, with deftly folded wing, 
Slumbers the bird beneath the mother breast; 



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But when the brooding warmth has wakened it 
From nothingness to life, his little heart 
Throbs with a longing for new liberty; 
Till, breaking through the frail, confining shell, 
He sees the light, he feels the summer breeze, 
New life is his, and soon, with wing outstretched, 
He spurns the nest and through the upper air. 
Joyful in freedom, revels in the sky. 

XXVIII 

Do you remember^ Love, the day 
We watched the birdling fly away^ 
That golden summer morn ? 

Five times the robins sought the vine 
Whose wreaths around our window twine ^ 
And built them there a home. 

And there when all the rest had flown^ 
One little bird was left alone 
And paused upon the verge. 

The tiny nest^s encircling rim 
The world's horizon was to him^ 
Scarce had he peeped beyond. 



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But now he yearned for greater things^ 
He lo7iged to try his growing wings ^ 
Where had his brothers flown ? 

He crouched J he took new heart to dare ^ 
Leaped quivering on the untried air 
And sought an unknown world. 

As forth he flew with timid grace ^ 
A tree^ with proud and glad embrace^ 
Caught him in open arms. 

The dewy leaves^ with one soft kiss^ 
A whisper breathed of higher bliss 
And straightway — he was gone, 

XXIX 

Along the beach dead shells lie strewn, cast off 
By creatures who outgrew their narrow homes, 
Until at length, bursting their prison bars. 
They gained a larger life and roamed the restless 
sea. 

XXX 

As once I strolled beside the sun-lit sea 
I heard a happy, low-voiced melody, 



Voices Sweet an& Xow 35 

As if, amid the breakers' hiss and roar, 
A babe were softly cooing on the shore: 

* * T/ie ag'td ocean is my nurse ^ 

My swaddling'band^ sea-grass ; 
The bright waves wash me in their spray y 
And kiss me as they pass, 

** The storm-song is my lullaby^ 

I love old Ocean' s voice ; 
The flood-tides bring me dainty food^ 

And waking I rejoice, 

* * Though but a tender^ pearly shelly 

Safe to my rock I cling ; 
The future hath no fears for me^ 
Singy Oceany surge and sing I ' * 



XXX ^ 

Brother Quail, 

1 love thy tale 

Of the ripening wheat — 

When the meadows sweety 

And the summer -glow begin to faiL 



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Then thy mellow pipe 
Singeth " Wheat 's ripe ! ** 
And my heart leaps up to the glad refrain^ 
And I live my boyhood over again; 
When across my way^ 
With his cheery lay, 
I heard Brother Quail 
Sing the song of the flail, 

And life was one long summer-day / 

XXXI 

Low hung the sky, and gray and chill, 
The woodland missed the joyous glow 
Of summer, faded long ago ; 

The moaning wind swept round the hill. 

As each wild gust fled hurrying by. 

Dead leaves like rainfall smote the ground 
And, rustling with regretful sound, 

The trees made answer with a sigh. 

My heart was heavy with the thought : 
** Must we, too, shrivel in the blast 



IDoicea Sweet anD %ow 37 

Of death, and perish at the last ? — 
Must life's fair promise come to naught ? 

'* Are lives as fruitless as they seem ? 
The future but a vision fair 
That, fading, leaves us to despair ? 

And is immortal hope a dream ? " 

Nay, cheer thee, heart, for even now 

Where from the stem dead leaves are torn, 
Lo, autumn buds of spring are born; 

And Hope is writ on every bough. 

Though wintry dirges round me wail, 
I hear the swaying branches sing, 
I hear faint murmurs of the spring; 

These buds will wake and life prevail. 



XXXII 

Lo, the great earth itself with gradual change 
Passes from year to year, from age to age. 
Until, when time is ripe, some mighty throe 
Rends the old order with upheavals vast. 
With world-convulsions, with great cataclysms 



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That change the seas and continents, and bring 
New order into light, with higher life ! 
Would God from the immeasurable past 
Evolve this world, through cycles moving slow 
To shape the plastic earth for man's brief stay — 
Birth-cry, a few days' toil, a moan — would God 
Have wrought for man so long, if this were all ? 

XXXIII 

O Mother Earth, who dost our spirits clothe 

In garments plucked from thy maternal breast 

On which we hang, is there no word more clear 

No speech more simple, more articulate 

Than thine ? We hear thy voices sweet and low, 

And thy dumb creatures as they try to speak: 

We see thy slumbering children wake again 

As night retreats before advancing day: 

We see drear winter's dead revive with spring. 

When from the heavens life-giving sunbeams flow 

We see thy types ascending, step by step, 

Where thou the story of thy life hast told, 

In mystic fossil hieroglyphs inwrought 

In adamantine rock, in furrows deep. 

Carved by the mighty ice-plough slowly drawn 



t6 tbere IRo 'amorO /Biore Cleat 39 

By thy resistless steeds. In our frail hearts 
Hope climbs with native instinct ever higher, 
Encouraged by thy smiles, hope vague and dim. 
Yet art thou terrible when in thy rage 
Thou breathest fire, and man — ah, what is he ? 
A drop of dew, a moth in the furnace-flame ! 
Panting thy bosom heaves, proud cities reel, 
And frighted nations tremble at thine ire. 
Thy cyclones desolate, thy lightings kill. 
Thy gory monsters tear and thirst for blood. 
Thy voice that once was sweet appalls ; black night 
O'ermasters day ; stern winter conquers spring. 
How doubtful are thy hints of life to come ! 
Thou hast no pity for the weak ; thy smiles 
Are for the masterful, for them alone. 
Is there no heart the feeble to befriend. 
No arm outstretched the perishing to save ? 
Shall I return at last to thine embrace 
And in thy darkness rest again forever ? 
A voice within me, foreign to thy tongue, 
Tells of a treasure that thou hast not shown. 
Hast thou not hidden in thy bounteous breast 
Somewhere, O Earth, a peerless Gem, whose ray 
Thence shining forth, erelong, shall flood thy gloom, 



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With light supernal glowing, yea, whose flame 
Shall blind the sun, and put his fires to shame ? 

XXXIV 

See, in that rock-hewn garden sepulchre, 

The Holy One of God, despised and slain. 

With nail-torn hands and feet, and spear-pierced 

side. 
His gentle brow by mocking thorns defaced ; 
See where He lies, obedient unto death. 
Into that pallid face the glow of life 
Begins to steal, while silent and in awe 
The heavenly watchers stand. Now they with 

haste 
Unwind the scented wrappings from His form 
That fill the place with rich aromas rare. 
Perfume of spicery and sweet spikenard's breath 
Lingering since Love her alabastron broke. 
And with her tresses wiped these tear-bathed feet. 
And then, their joyful faces all aglow 
Like flashing sunbeams, quickly by a touch 
They roll away the stone with jarring shock, 
As if an earthquake passed, and sitting there 
Behold their Lord go forth, Death's Conqueror. 



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XXXIV ^ 



They tell me that my Lord is dead^ 
That all He wrought and all He said 
Is writ upon the hoary page^ 
Dim record of a distant age. 
Why do they take my Lord away 
And fill my soul with sore dismay ? 



The sweet companionship I sought 
Is but the phantasm of my thought; 
His whisper low^ His Heavenward look 
But wordings of an age-worn book; 
This thrill of life^ this touch of fire 
Mere echoes of my soul's desire. 



They tell me that my Lord is dead^ 
That all He wrought and all He said 
Is writ upon the hoary page^ 
Dim record of a distant age — 
And this is all that ' s left to me^ 
Lone pilgrim to Eternity i 



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XXXV 

Emancipator of the slaves of fear, 
Arise victorious from the tomb. 

Thou hast explored its caverns drear 
And rent its veil of gloom. 



From age to age Thy liberating voice 
Death's myriad captives hath set free; 

At Thy glad summons they rejoice 
In immortality. 



What kings and ancient prophets longed to see, 

In noon- tide glory now appears 
Unto the poor revealed by Thee, 

Clear-shining through their tears. 



The helpless in Thy bosom Thou dost bear, 
The weary lean upon Thy heart; 

From troubled souls Thou liftest care, 
Thy peace Thou dost impart. 



JBmanclpatot 43 

To pastures new Thou leadest day by day, 
O Shepherd true, Thy flocks defend, 

Lest evil seize us in the way 
And wolves the weaklings rend. 



Thy peerless word, sweet- voiced in every tongue, 

Invites the sons of every clime; 
Thought-Leader Thou, Earth's great among. 

Ideal of all time. 



The thoughts of men Thou leadest after Thee, 
Thy Spirit moves upon the deep ; 

What cause doth spurn Thy majesty 
Shall in oblivion sleep. 



Thy form unseen, Thou livest evermore 

With men — the heavens and earth are met — 

Did Love Almighty e'er before 
Such fellowship beget! 



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How shapes Thy hand the movements of mankind, 
Kingdoms like billows rise and fall; 

How patient guides Thy master mind 
Where sin disfigures all, 



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Evolving slow the vast, harmonious whole, \ 

Member to member, part to part; j 

Mankind the body. Love the soul, \ 

Thou the life-giving Heart. j 



Love-driven and sorrowing, gentle Prince of Peace, 
Thou sendest forth the awakening sword; 

How bleeds Thy heart till war shall cease — 
Grim servant of the Lord 



That with deep, ruthless plough the soil doth tear : 

To fit it for Thy precious seed, 
Till West with East the harvest share, ^ 

And both Thy bounty feed. 



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Angels of peace fly swift at Thy command, 

War's desolations to make good, 
And closer weave from land to land 

New ties of brotherhood. 



The seething ferment of the world's unrest 
Is but the leaven hid by Thee, 

Till from the turmoil, froth, and quest 
Thou lead men pure and free. 



World-Healer, Good Physician, wise and calm, 
Though fierce our fevered pulses burn. 

Outpour for us Thy soothing balm 
Till we Thy quiet learn. 



The Orient star that lit Thy lowly birth 
E*en to the Occident shall shine again, 

Till Thou refresh the waiting earth, 
O Light and Life of men! 



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A thrill of coming blessing and accord 
Whispers to men the mystery; 

The winds are heralding the Lord, 
All eyes are bent on Thee. 



Thou drawest, All-searching Lodestone, evermore 
With mighty sweep from pole to pole 

Increasing hosts from every shore, 
Thyself, Thy heart the goal. 



But not from Earth alone shalt Thou have praise; 

Unnumbered worlds shall hear Thy call. 
And high the swelling triumph raise 

Till Love has conquered all. 



XXXVI 



Hail Victor, First-born from the dead! 
Open our eyes to see Thy radiant face; 
Make us to feel Thy presence, know Thy grace, 

From glory unto glory led. 



Thou whom the grave could not retain, 
Nor Roman guard, nor envious seal confine, 
Break Thou our fetters with a touch divine, 

Help us Thy liberty to gain. 

Thou Lord and Brother of mankind, 
The past, the present, and the times to be 
With growing expectation look to Thee, 

The world's Deliverer to find. 

Bring to our darkened minds new light, 
Diffuse Thy quickening radiance far and near; 
Vanquish the might of sin, dispel our fear 

And let Thy day overwhelm our night. 

Wake our dull souls from drowsy sleep, 
Let us not here be fully satisfied ; 
Help us to rise with Thee to worlds untried, 

Lead Thou the way and near us keep ! 



XXXVII 

What powers now vaguely felt with longing deep, 
What tireless strength where now we sleep or faint. 



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What daring courage where our hearts now fail, 
What joy of life and freedom shall be ours! 
How shall our hands reach back in sympathy 
To those still hampered by the weight of flesh; 
How shall we run with eager, flying feet 
To meet our loved ones on that radiant shore 
And love's full rapture know for evermore ! 



XXXVIII 

Wait, my Belovid, wait, 

Swiftly the changeful seasons fly ; 
I am coming, my Love, though late, 

The hour is drawing nigh. 

Wait, my Beloved, wait. 

Stray not too far through regions fair ; 
I am coming, my Love, though late, 

And L must find thee there. 

Wait, my Belovld, wait, 

1 fear lest thou outgrow thy mate 
And I should come too late, too late ; 

Wait, O Beloved, wait. 



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XXXIX 

Was it an answer to my cry, 
Or but a zephyr floating by, 
A whisper or a sigh ? 

^* Love is not dead,'' if seemed to say^ 
*' Love never will be far away ; 
I too await that day, 

*^ Love will not go beyond its own j 
The fnore of bliss L here have known^ 
The dearer hast thou grown, 

** Love is not dwarfed by upward flight, 
Nor dazzled by celestial light. 
Nor lost in ILeaven's delight. 

*' Nay, when thou com' st to seek me, Dear, 
L thy first wondering cry will hear. 
Beloved, have no fear, 

*' Nor height nor depth shall separate ; 
There is no coming home too late j 
Be patient, Love, and wait,'' 



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XL 

From some commanding height that rears its crest 
Above the mists and clouds of earth, down looking 
Shall we not through that pure and tranquil air, 
See all our half- forgotten journey spread 
Below us like a landscape at our feet; 
The joyous, bloom-clad hills, the sunny plains, 
The quiet hamlet nestling in the shade, 
The city murmuring low of strife and toil, 
The mountains proudly lifting up their heads 
Where fleecy clouds float softly up the steep 
Whose sturdy front has many a storm defied; 
The perilous descent, the dark ravine. 
And, black with gloom, the terrible abyss; 
Swift-flowing rivers flashing in the sun, 
The lake with islands on its peaceful breast, 
Foul, stagnant fens and pools, the dark morass, 
And, bounding all, that great mysterious sea 
Whose waters bore us to the shores of time ? 
Then shall the various paths by which we came 
Wind with a meaning far more bright and clear 
Than when we trod those once familiar ways. 



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XLI 

Did early hope 

Dream of a gentler slope^ 

Tuneful with Spring' s alluring roundelay^ 

And bright 

With cloudless light 

Poured on thy joyful way ? 

Ahy courage keep ; 

Press on and scale the steep 

Till thou the last sharpy rugged crag shall climb ; 

There shall thou gain a view far more sublime, 

And fairer seem thy track 

When looking back I 

XLII 

Shall we not see life's mystery made plain, 

As some fair pictured tapestry that seems 

Upon its nether side, beneath the hand 

Of him who weaves, naught but disordered threads 

And colors in a wild confusion mixed ; 

While on the upper surface shine the forms 

Of beauty, and the colors rich and rare 

That had their birth deep in the master's mind, 



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There glowing ere they saw the light of day ? — 

Or like a painted vase, whose noble shape 

Is overspread with pigments crude and dull, 

That by their discord seem its form to mar, 

Until the artist gives it to the fire 

Whose fierce, relentless breath upon it pours, 

Making the colors blossom in the flame, 

Rich and resplendent in their harmony ? 

Shall we not be like some o'erweary child 

From whose limp fingers slips the tedious task, 

And, while it slumbers. Mother's gentle hands 

Undo the stitches; all the tangled threads 

In order lay, and when the child awakes 

Its tears have changed to smiles, its troubles fled ? 



XLIII 

Sleeps child of ?ny lovCy Mother watches thy slumber ^ 
No more shall his troubles her darling annoy ; 

The cares that distressed thee^ so inany in number ^ 
Her hand will undo them^ sleep sweetly y my boy, 

O child of my love, that my fi^tgers might ever 
Thy troubles remove ^ a7id swift succor afford ; 



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anaetaats 53 

Or wilt thoUy my hero^ the tangled cords sever 

That fain would thee bind^ with one blow of thy 
sword '^ 

Peace ^ child of my love^ Mother watches thee sleeping^ 
She longs for thy wakings as night for the day ; 

Thy mother with singing her love-watch is keeping 
While baby is smiling y in drea7?tland at play, 

XLIV 

How tenderly doth mother-love embrace 

All creatures, yea, the very earth enfolding! 

See gentle Night with softly soothing touch 

Lulling her child to sweet forgetfulness 

Where, bowing low, the assiduous Galaxy, 

The All- Mother, broods the weary, slumberous 

Earth, 
From rim to rim of the horizon bent, 
All love — her flowing garments woven of stars. 

XLV 

What splendors on my soul will break 
When I from death's chill night awake! 



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How will mine eyes endure the light 
Streaming upon their dazed sight ? 

Whose touch will rouse me from my sleep ? 
What form will o'er me vigil keep ? 

And when I feel that presence near 
Shall I not be overcome with fear ? 



How shall I look upon that face 
So full of majesty and grace ? 

Or shall I cross the ghostly stream 
Without a sleep, without a dream; 
Untroubled by the strident gale, 
Unconscious of the straining sail, 
Unknowing drift from shore to shore, 
Dim earth behind, sunrise before; 
All unawares the voyage make 
From life to life without a break ? 

Ah, waiting Love will meet us there, 
And 'mid the glories of that land 
Will gently lead us by the hand 

Until our eyes the light can bear. 



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XLVI 

Soul, in thy Father's home the skies are fair, 
There shalt thou breathe a pure, -refreshing air, 
Shalt bathe thy wounds in limpid morning light, 
Rest, and forget the turmoil and the fight. 

When thou art rested shalt thou then explore 
A wonder-land of beauty, and adore 
The Hand that leads thee, as each new surprise 
Rises sublime on thy bewildered eyes. 

How insubstantial now earth's fading dream, 
How like reality these marvels seem ! 
So blind thou wast with strange perversity, 
That thou the shadows only then couldst see! 

No troubled night shall end the happy day; 
No longer Right before the Wrong give way; 
There love shall bear its fruit through endless time, 
And life grow full and strong in that fair clime. 

XLVII 

What joy to know the great of centuries past, 
Heroes and sages and the patriarchs old, 



56 Cbttetue Victor 

Leaders of men in every land and age, 

Not bowed and hoary with unnumbered years, 

But from earth's greatness to full stature grown, 

Majestic now in manhood's glorious prime; 

To sit at rest in that great company, 

With those we love, and drink deep draughts of 

lore 
And wisdom from the masters of all time! 

XLVIII 

No more these warriors lead their fellow-men 
To bleed for glory on the battle-field. 
Nor devastate the earth to crown their pride; 
For greater wars and larger conquests now, 
With late-born zeal to serve their God and kind, 
They marshal heavenly hosts to vanquish wrong 
Where'er it lingers in the universe — 
Life-healing blossom of a noxious seed. 
Strange fruitage of earth's strife for mastery. 

XLIX 

And these who scoffed at Heaven and holy things, 
Made light and mocked where angels look with awe, 



anaetaeta 57 

Seeing how short their sight, how vast their loss — 
Poor dazed night-birds blinking at the day — 
In deep humiliation own their shame. 

I. 

No more these sages in their nightly watch 
With feeble glass shall scan the starry vast, 
To measure suns and count the glittering orbs; 
No longer mocked and baffled by defeat, 
With clearer vision they explore the sky 
And read the secrets of the firmament. 



LI 



These dauntless souls who, loyal to their Lord, 
Refused to bow the knee at Error's shrine, 
Who scorned release at cost of truth betrayed. 
Counting one man with God a greater host 
Than armed multitudes upholding wrong; 
Unconquered by the rack, or flame's fierce breath, 
The tiger's cruel fangs, the lion's fury. 
Thought it but gain to die, so Truth might live; 
Meekly the shame and agony endured, 
As seeing Him who is invisible. 



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LII 

Lovers of truth and man no more despair 
Of right, or suffer cruel martyrdom ; 
The ebbing tide is out, and now the sea, 
Turning in strength, sweeps all before its flood. 

LIII 

And these who in each soul, howe'er defiled, 

Beheld a brother and a child of God; 

Who loved their fellows well and strove to ease 

The heavy burdens of their earthly lot ; 

To waken dead hearts to the thought sublime 

That all are children of the Almighty One^ 

Immortal heirs of a great heritage — 

These shall behold the glorious brotherhood 

For which they longed and wrought, at last com« 

plete, 
The universal family of God. 

LIV 

No more with patient toil these scholars trace 
For men in dusty tomes the word of life. 
And seek for light in ancient palimpsest, 



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Often with scorn and hatred as reward. 
Now speak they with the Living Word, and learn 
How simple is the truth, how plain the way ; 
Himself the glorious Light for which they sought, 
Himself the Way, the Truth, the Life of men. 

LV 

And these rapt lovers of the Heart of Things, 

Who saw the grace of flowering field and vale, 

The mystic shade of forests flecked with light, 

The purple mist upon far distant hills, 

The rush of seas, the storm's wild majesty; 

Who felt the throbbing of a rhythmic pulse 

And in the face of Nature saw her soul ; 

Who in her myriad voices heard one voice 

That told them of her ancient mysteries; 

Heard too in dreamy murmur of the breeze, 

In bird song and the insect's drowsy note, 

In sweet complainings of the wandering brook. 

Melodious strains of nature's symphony; 

Who saw the blush of dawn, the noon-tide pomp. 

The stately splendor of declining day. 

The melancholy twilight, and the spell 

Cast o'er the sleeping earth by the pale moon. 

Filling the charmed air with floating forms 



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Drifting like fleecy clouds around the fair 

Mistress of amorous Endymion, 

Enamored of the peerless Queen of Night; 

Who, when the moonbeams slept, with awe beheld 

The midnight glory, the triumphal march 

Of constellations through the star-lit waste; 

Who strove in toil and want and cold neglect 

To show a heedless world with brush and pen 

And chisel, fragments of their visions fair, 

And to interpret to their fellow-men 

The deepest passions of the human heart — 

These now are blest with clearer light, and know 

The full fruition of their earthly dreams, 

And loftier raptures of creative joy. 



LVI 



These others who, though lowly, still were true, 
In meekness following where their feet were led. 
Steadfast in duty, vast uncounted throng 
That never knew how shining were their deeds. 
Nor dreamed how fruitful was the seed they sowed, 
Now sparkle, jewels in His treasury 
Who doth with foolish things confound the wise. 
And with weak things the mighty bring to naught. 



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LVII 

Ah, not in slothful ease shall we recline 

And dream away our new existence sweet; 

The dream is past, and life, more life is ours! 

With ever new desire shall we ascend 

Those paths that climb o'er glorious heights to Him 

Whose beckoning hand forever leads the way. 

No dreary days of care, no nights of pain. 

No swiftly flying years that drag us on 

With cruel haste to meet the dreaded end — 

The end is past and time shall be no more! 

No more our little boats we daily launch 

To creep in fear along our native shore, 

But out upon the boundless ocean sail, 

Free to explore the wonders of the deep. 

Or sent as messengers of Love Divine, 

Knights-errant to protect the weak from harm, 

To aid the brave contending for the right 

And from unequal odds wrest victory; 

To turn a sinning brother from his sin 

And help him forward on his homeward way — 

What sights of beauty shall our eyes behold 

As, in vast journeys through the unnumbered 

worlds, 
We view the many mansions of the sky. 



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LVIII 

It may be God hath some far-reaching plan 

Of life, some vast and wonderful design 

Embracing all creation, more benign 
Than aught that ever charmed the heart of man ; 

Ah, who can tell! 
The seed that for a thousand years lay buried out 

of sight, 
Till, 'mid a later race of men, it burst upon the 

light. 
May hide within it energies hereafter to be told, 
Attesting its Creator's might with marvels manifold. 
The vine that buds and withers at my door 
May bear its fragrant blossoms on a shore 

Where summer never fades: 
The insect flitting through a single day 
May murmur praises somewhere far away 

In ever verdant glades: 
The little builder of the aerial arch 

With flying banneret and silken dome 

May in some future home 
As the long ages march. 
Growing in skill and understanding, build 
More lasting temples with mute worship filled. 

Dumb creatures* eyes 



©lotia in Bjcelsfs 63 

That often look so wistfully at me 
I, wondering, may hereafter see 
Beneath celestial skies. 
And every bird that greets the dawn, 
Or seeks its food upon the dewy lawn, 

Or wanders free and fearless in the height, 
Or throws its melancholy plaint upon the night, 
May in some cloudless country — who shall 

say ? — 
Rejoice in larger life, and sing alway 
His praises, every creature chanting: All is well! 
Yea, every beast at whose terrific voice the forests 

tremble 
May, when the forces of Almighty Love at last 

assemble 
With his full diapason swell the harmony of praise. 

And every creature that is in the heavens 
And on the earth and under it and such 
As dwell within the sea, yea all therein, 
I heard say: '* Blessing, honor, glory, power 
Be unto Him that sitteth on the throne, 
And to the Lamb, forever and forever.'' 

Methinks the tide of life that flows from God 
Will strew no useless wreckage on the strand, 



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Nor leave a periwinkle perishing for food 
In any inlet where it once hath poured its flood 
But rolling on with mighty surges vast — 
Life sprung from God, too vital to be lost 
In dark oblivion or to chaos tossed — 
Will somehow bless all creatures at the last 
Through evolutions infinitely grand. 

Man craves for mystery: here is one indeed 
As deep, as high, as boundless as his need; 
Go ponder well before, with rule and line, 
You take the measure of the Love Divine. 

LIX 

What forms now dimly seen, what symphonies 
Of music unimaginably sweet. 
In that glad life shall be our heritage! 
Singing for joy, the little ones of earth. 
Where once they lived a moment and were gone^ 
Like flocking birds a countless multitude — 
Innumerable as the buds of spring- 
In rosy clouds of cherub faces bright 
Like mists of dawn aglow with coming day. 
Fill all the happy heavens with ecstasy; 



©loria In Bjcelsts 

As larks a-wing, though hidden in the sky, 
Pour forth their carols to the listening earth 
And flood the air with waves of melody: 

LX 

Dew drops twinkling in the sun 
Ere the day hath scarce begun, 
In Thy golden light we shine ^ 
Ever happy, ever Thine j 
In Thy hand, so safe andsure. 
Hold Thy little jewels pure. 

Thou from sin hast kept us free, 
Lord, we raise our song io Thee : 
Thou didst give us human birth, 
And a mo7nent on the earth, 
That zve might Thine image bear. 
Children of Thy love and care. 

Those whose love about us twined, 
In whose hearts we were enshrined. 
We will lead to realms above. 
We will comfort with our lo7)e. 
We will lead them home to Thee, 
Home for all eternity. 



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LXI 

Softly a summer breeze begins to blow 

Through woodlands, faint with heat of sultry noon, 

Each slumbering leaf awakening with a kiss. 

A murmur of delight flows quickly on 

Through whispering boughs, as stronger grows the 

wind, 
And all the trees their swaying branches wave, 
Till from the rocking forest, far and wide, 
A swelling chorus rises to the sky. 
So when some patient one, through stress and 

storm, 
Enters that harbor of eternal rest, 
Or when some weary prodigal returns 
From sin, to seek again his Father's house; 
Some ancient giant wrong on earth goes down 
Before the overwhelming charge of right. 
And the world moves a little nearer Heaven; 
When, by the mandate of Creative Power, 
Some orb, new-born and flaming in its course, 
Speeds through the trackless heavens to do His 

will, 
Or when the Lord of Hosts His spirit breathes 
On the fierce passions of rebellious men 
And leads them willing captives to the throne 



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Of Love Omnipotent — then from that vast 

And thronging multitude shall one sweet voice 

Utter a note of praise and victory; 

And other voices, joining in the song, 

Pass it from host to host, from world to world, 

Until with grandeur, past all human thought, 

The anthem rises in exultant strains. 

And the melodious tide of music flows 

Through glowing aisles and glittering arches high, 

A lofty oratorio of praise. 

LXII 

What raptured chords like floating incense rise: 
Hark how each home-returning host replies! 
Now they relate how they have served our race. 
And trophies lay before the Throne of Grace; 
Now from the Lord of Life new powers receive 
And hasten forth new triumphs to achieve. 
Around the Throne like seas they ebb and flow, 
Love's willing messengers they come and go, 
Him serving whose Almighty Name they bear, 
Eager with mortal men their joy to share. 
Now with soft warblings, now with bird-like call, 
Sweet cherubs carol songs antiphonal. 



68 Cbriatua Dictor 

I hear them sing, faint echoes reach my ear; 
Those tones I know, the words I cannot hear! 

LXIII 

What joy for us, with evil once oppressed, 

With discord and the mystery of life 

That o'er our earthly way dark shadows cast 

And filled our hearts with ceaseless questioning, 

Bathed on those heavenly heights in cloudless light 

To watch God's purpose ripen, and to see 

The strong and feeble come, the old and young, 

The high and low of earth by many ways! 

LXIV 

These come in haste, as flies the eager dove 
O'er land and sea, swift to her distant home. 
Where safe from harm her nestlings lie in peace; 
They saw the light celestial from afar 
And pause not till they reach their journey's goal; 
Chosen of God, elect to lead the way 
Before the countless hosts that follow them, 
Slow struggling out of darkness into light. 

LXV 

These grope in darkness with dull, blinded eyes 
That cannot see the day that waits for them. 



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Till at the breaking of some heavenly dawn 
With greater glory than the midday sun, 
Flashes the light eternal on their night, 
Through earthly films, like lightning in the gloom. 

LXVI 

These, footsore and with travel worn, retrace 

Their wilful steps through rugged, thorny paths, 

Scourged by the cruel scorpion-whips of sin — 

Stern justice of inexorable Love — 

Until they loathe the hateful thing that barred 

The way and from their birthright shut them out; 

And there repenting of their sin, turn back 

In shame to drag their weary feet toward home, 

Stript of the vain habiliments of earth, 

Wherein they trusted once for place and power ; 

Least where ambition would have placed them 

highest. 
Starvelings though glutted with the husks of sin, 
Stunted and shriveling in their nakedness, 
Abashed and overwhelmed amid the throng 
Of radiant beings, strong in life undying — 
And in the front, lo, those their sin did hurt. 
Their victims once, when on the earth they dwelt, 



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Come forth to welcome them and to forgive ! — 
Whose wondering eyes in pity on them turn ; 
Whose whispered words of high encouragement 
Long dormant manhood waken in their breasts; 
Who haste to give them joy as fast they come, 
Borne Heavenward on love*s buoyant atmosphere; 
Drawn by the Heart once pierced for them on 

earth — 
Still pierced by human sin, till sin shall cease — 
Drawn by that Love Divine they long did spurn, 
Now kindling in their hearts its deathless passion. 

LXVII 

Behold this vast, innumerable host — 
From fireside, field and war's dread carnage flow- 
ing— 
A mighty flood of souls from every land, 
Whose billows break upon the Heavenly strand ! 

LXVIII 

Love is the Lord of Life, whose rhythmic breath 
All nature animates^ Sovereign of Death; 
Like ocean billows proudly tossing high 
Their foam-flecked manes against a stormy sky — 



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That, heaving, break, and falling at His feet, 
Plash on the footstool of His mercy-seat — 
He sees the generations toward Him roll 
And knows the need of every human soul; 
Lights worlds untold with mighty solar fires 
And satisfies alone man's deep desires. 

LXIX 

No murky Styx, no poison river pours 

Its deadly waters with pollution foul 

Upon those blooming fields so bright and fair, 

To desecrate the purity of Heaven. 

The countless mingled waves of this vast stream, 

Though borne in muddy torrents, or through black 

And miry swampland, though on earth defiled 

With many a stain and dark impurity. 

Though dyed with blood and mixed with bitter tears. 

Shall by the alchemy of that pure soil 

Through which they flow upon their Heavenward 

course, 
And by the sunlight's clarifying power — 
Life-giving sunlight of Almighty Love — 
So like to crystal shine, that when they break 
Upon celestial shores they shall make glad 
With sounding praise the city of our God ! 



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LXX 

No little rivulet is this, confined 
By narrow banks that fret its doubtful way; 
All souls drift on the waters of this flood 
Long as the course of time, wide as the world, 
Deep as the heart's profound desire, the great 
Home-coming of the human family. 

LXXI 
Blest city J fairer than a blissful dream^ 
Home of my love^ my longing soul 's desire, 
In whose fair golden courts my loved ones wait^ 
Homesick^ afar, thy joys I faintly see. 
Fade not so soon from my enraptured sight ; 
Glow, crystal walls j with light ethereal glow I 
Sparkle with precious gems, O rampai-ts high! 
Ye mighty bulwarks and foundations, blaze 
With sapphire, emerald, and amethyst I 
Ye glorious gates of pearl, stand open wide 
To welcome home the children of your King ! 
Ahy not till His last child has entered in — 
The last, lone, weary soul from the dead earth-^ 
Will God our Father bid you, portals fair. 
Upon your golden hinges joyful swing ; 
To sin and sorrow shut, to night and death. 



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LXXII 

And as I think upon that mystic flood, 
Vast and resistless in its onward sweep, 
Hid in the shadows of antiquity, 
Flovring to ages yet unborn and dim, 
Stretching beyond the reach of mortal eye, 
My heart stands still in wonder at the sight, 
Awed and subdued by its immensity. 

LXXIII 

O Christ, have our poor feeble minds conceived 

A work too mighty for Thy saving power ? 

Have our fond hopes too great a burden laid 

Upon Thy heart ? Are universal peace 

And concord sweet, evil destroyed, the right 

Victorious, God everywhere enthroned 

In willing hearts — are these some vision fair, 

The fleeting glory of a night, to fade 

When we awake to the reality ? 

Lord, do we touch the border of Thy robe ? 

Do we behold the outline of Thy plan ? 

Is this a foretaste of immortal bliss ? 

Or are we by some flitting light deceived; 

Lured to perdition by a mocking dream ? 



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LXXIV 

Have we not read that Thou one day will sit 
Upon Thy glorious Throne to judge the world, 
All nations gathered in vast concourse there ? 
That Thou in dread assize wilt judgment pass ? 
That Thou the good and evil wilt divide, 
As from his sheep the shepherd parts his goats ? 
That Thou the good to heavenly joys wilt call ? 
That all the wicked Thou wilt there condemn 
To suffer never-ending punishment 
And from Thy sight forever exiled be, 
With demons cursed in everlasting fire ? 

LXXV 

How have these words of fear from age to age, 
Like some deep-tolling signal bell of doom. 
Sounded hope's knell and ushered in despair, 
By priestly craft enslaved the souls of men. 
Sanctioned the torment of the rack and stake, 
Made reason reel and totter from her throne, 
Crushed bleeding hearts that mourned for loved 

ones lost — 
Lost if Thy love go not beyond the grave — 
And with the bridal garments of Thy church 
Mixed the habiliments of hopeless woe! 



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LXXVI 

When from the language of the Orient, 

So warm with symbol and hyperbole, 

Thy words to our cold. Western speech are brought, 

How oft do men their better meaning miss, 

To dogma crystalize thine imagery ! 

LXXVII 

How many souls indignant at this tale 

Of Heaven's injustice, spurn the proffered bliss 

And turn away in loathing from a God 

Called Love, called Light, clothed with almighty 

power. 
Who in the name of justice could inflict 
Upon His children, sinful though they be. 
Torment and cruel agony, such as they 
On their worst enemy would scorn to lay. 

Lxxvni 

Men in their hearts despise this Mighty One, 
Powerless to guide the souls that He has made. 
How many brave, unselfish ones have grieved 



76 Cbrt6tu9 IDlctor 

For those they loved through sin and shame, 

though dead 
In unrepented sin, and without hope. 
With broken hearts, have longed to go to them. 
Careless of Heaven, if they might share their 

fate — 
So noble and so strong is human love. 

LXXIX 

How long, how long shall Terror sit enthroned, 

With iron heel to crush the hearts of men 

And rule the world by fear, where Love should 

reign ? 
O Christ, forgive the wrong that we have done, 
The cruel words that we have made Thee speak. 

LXXX 

Didst Thou not rather say that ere the last 

Of those that heard Thy words should taste of 

death, 
Jerusalem the Holy, recreant 
Unto the Lord, her King, should meet her doom 
In such o'erwhelming sorrow that the sun 



Seoitlal ttruntng 77 

And moon should veil their faces at the sight, 

The pitying skies drop stars upon the earth 

As tears, in sympathy with Zion's woe, 

And all the powers of heaven should shaken be, 

In consternation at her overthrow; 

That then the Chosen People of the Lord 

Should see the ancient order pass away 

And desolation stalk throughout their land; 

That Thou among all nations of the earth 

Wouldst then Thy kingdom found on Love to Man 

And deeds of love should supersede the Law; 

That service to Thy brethren Thou wouldst take 

As service done unto Thyself; that they 

Who on the weak and helpless took no pity 

Should go henceforth, not to unending woe — 

Else wert Thou casting off who need Thee most — 

But, self-cursed by their selfishness and sin. 

Suffer aeonial, purifying fires 

Within the soul where'er the soul may be — 

All else stript off, soul face to face with God — 

Suffer a just, reforming chastisement, 

Gonial pruning, sharply cutting off 

Their dead and withered branches, till they bear 

Fruit for Thy garner, pleasing in Thy sight; 

That 'neath Thy rule this law unchanged should be; 



78 Cbrl6tU5 IDlctor 

That now and evermore at this tribunal 
Nations and men for judgment must appear 
By Thy criterion of Love to Man ? 
Lo, they who know not love know not yet God: 
For God is love, and this is life eternal: 
God and His Son to knovv^, whom He hath sent, 
Not knowing whom is death, eternal death. 
Thy judgments are eternal, timeless, lift 
Clean out of space, above all circumstance. 
Ah, what is space that it should hem Thee in ? 
Or what is time that it should limit Thee ? 
For space is naught but a star-dusty scroll. 
And fleeting time a brief and broken line 
In Thy grand epic of eternity. 

LXXXI 

Thou Patient One, how must Thou grieve to see 
The slow, hard heart of man obscure Thy light 
As doth the moon, with narrow, darkling orb. 
Eclipse the sun's resplendent face at noon! 

Lxxxn 

O gentle Shepherd, Thou didst tell of one 
Who sought his wilful, straying sheep afar 
Until he found it in the wilderness. 



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He did not seek awhile till night came on 

And the dark river lay across his path, 

And there turn back and leave his sheep to die, 

Torn by the wolves upon the mountain-side. 

Not so short-lived and fickle was his love; 

He sought until he found, and laying then 

His sheep upon his shoulders, homeward turned 

And to his flock and fold rejoicing came. 

Lord, in that Shepherd Thou Thyself didst show; 

No cry of pain unheeded smites Thine ear, 

No dusky river bounds Thy searching love; 

Thou art not Saviour on the earth and then 

When Death is past, a stern, relentless Judge. 

We trust Thy never-ending love, the same 

From ancient days till now, from now till Thou 

At last Thy flock complete to God shalt bring; 

Thy flock ingathered from a thousand hills 

Of Earth, and from the shining plains of Heaven; 

Yea, from the abode of terror and despair; 

From east, from west, from height, from depth they 

come, 
One flock, one Shepherd, one rejoicing fold, 
All wanderers found, all foes by Thee subdued. 
Subdued by love, not fear, All-Conquering One, 
Lord of the living and the dead! 



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LXXXIII 

O Christ, 
If God is Love and Light and if in Him 
No darkness is, then love and light should lead. 
And following these shall I not find the truth ? 

LXXXIV 

Thou didst call God our Father, whose great heart 
Burning with love for the rash prodigal, 
His lost and wayward son, could not await 
His coming, but with eager haste ran forth. 
As from afar He saw him nearing home, 
Weary of sin; and falling on his neck. 
Rejoiced that He had found His child again. 
Thou didst call God our Father, Thou didst show 
This Pole Star set to guide us in the night. 
And any path that leads not toward that Star 
Leads not to truth, but to some evil snare 
Of man's de\'ice, or to some precipice, 

LXXXV 

Our Father! When the Son of God went forth 
To war upon the oppressions of the world, 



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To break the power of tyrants, and to storm 
The strongholds of a thousand ancient wrongs 
Entrenched in hoary rite and privilege, 
He girt no flaming sword upon His thigh, 
Nor at each giant evil hurled defiance, 
Nor let His legions loose upon the foe. 
Ah no! Apparelled in simplicity, 
He went as David ran with pebbles taken 
From out the brook to slay Philistia's pride. 
A simple thought He planted deep, as seed, 
Sown in the fertile soil of human hearts, 
There long to germinate until the thought 
Grew up among the nations worn with strife — 
Grew as the mighty banyan grows, from root 
To root, far-spreading, weary Earth to shield, 
Sun-beat and torn by tempest— that if God 
Our Father were, then brothers all mankind. 
This germ, so simple, so sublime, hath wrought 
As leaven in the world; now one by one. 
Oppressions totter, smitten unto death. 
Aghast before its simple majesty 
Despots in armed alliance watch askance 
Their dreaded foe, as conquering on it comes. 
** Our Father," breathed upon a myriad lips 
In aspiration for a better day. 



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Shall mighty throes of revolution heave 

And empires overturn and overturn. 

" Our Father 'M wonder-working talisman 

Before whose charm the peoples are transformed; 

Hail, corner-stone of human brotherhood! 

Hail, sacred charter of man's liberty, 

Thou pledge and prophecy of coming good, 

Forerunner of a world-democracy, 

Led by the aristocracy of love. 

Whose royal title deed to rank is service! 

Hail, mercy's gentle angel earthward flown, 

Sweet almoner of Heavenly Charity, 

Angel of Help, thy tender ministries 

The poor shall succor and the suffering heal; 

Blest thought of home, thy cheering fireside glow 

Doth melt the hardened heart and soothe the soul. 

LXXXVI 

Though man forget from whence he came, 

Or with neglect his birthright scorn. 
He cannot change his rank or name. 
For he a child of God was born ; 
Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth 



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Though satisfied with low delight, 
Unmindful of the heavenly day 
That streams in vain upon his sight 
To glorify his earthly way, 
Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

Though he, with base ingratitude 

Love's care and mercy should despise, 
That Love which raiment gives, and food. 
And with earth's beauty feasts his eyes, 
Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

Though on the Lord he turn his back 

And spurn the love that for him waits. 
Though he Love's messenger attack 
And drive with insult from his gates, 
Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

Though poor and needy be his lot. 
Though troubles thicken day by day, 

Though by his fellow-men forgot, 

Though care and hardship crowd his way, 



84 Cbrtetue IDlctor 

Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 

His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

Though peace and joy of life be gone, 

Though brought by sin to mortal pain, 
The far-off goal shall yet be won, 

The truth unchanged will yet remain ; 
Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

He comes, no suppliant begging bread, 
Nor craves he grace of nobler hands, 
Erect he holds his kingly head, 
Heir of all ages and all lands; 
Of royal lineage he, and princely birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

Naught, naught the mighty bond can break 

That binds the Father to His child. 
Nor Death nor Hell His purpose shake. 

Though vast their storm and wreckage wild; 
Man is of royal lineage and birth: 
His Father is the Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

The Lord of Life, who brought him forth, 
Undaunted by the sin of man. 



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Ingratitude and folly's froth, 
In triumph will fulfil His plan; 
We are of royal lineage and birth, 
Sons of the Sovereign Lord of Heaven and Earth. 

LXXXVII 

How art thou satisfied with husks and swine, 
Thou scion of a royal house divine ? 
Why dost thou linger in the wilderness, 
Self-exiled from thy home, in sore distress ? 
Dost thou not long for thine ancestral halls, 
Where love illuminates the glowing walls, 
Where treasure past thy wildest dream is stored 
And lavish plenty piles the groaning board ? 
Dost thou not long to leave thy low estate 
For nobler joys that on thy coming wait; 
To smell the subtile perfume of the air 
Blown from the gardens round that homestead fair; 
To hear aeolian whispers breathing low , 
Calling to mind loved sounds of long ago; 
To see that home unchanged from age to age, 
Guarding secure thine ancient heritage; 
To feel the bounding pulse of manhood leap 
Through all thy veins, so long in sin asleep, 



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And have the robe of honor round thee thrown, 
Clothed with thy Father's glory as thine own ? 
Dost thou not long to feel the old embrace 
And see love's pity in thy Father's face, 
The while those long-expectant gates resound 
With ringing welcome for the lost one found ? 
Shake off thy lethargy, immortal soul. 
Thy Father waits to bless and make thee whole. 

LXXXVIII 

Once did my father's strong and tender hand 
Nurse me through sickness back from death's dark 

strand. 
Back, from the chilly waters called my soul. 
And by his care and watching made me whole. 
Some day a Father's voice will call me home. 
Home from this land of shadows bid me come, 
Back from earth's fitful dream and death's alarm, 
Led and protected by His mighty arm — 
Wake me to life, glad strength no more to lack, 
With all my ailments cast behind my back. 

LXXXIX 

But we have read of that dread sin, that no 
Forgiveness hath in this world or the world 



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To come. Has not this horror drawn a cloud 
Across the sun for many a saddened soul, 
Anxious lest he at last should meet this doom ? 
How oft has reason staggered *neath the load! 
What gentle hearts in hopeless death have sunk, 
Hunted by this grim spectre to the grave! 
How many mock who fain would love the Lord 
Could He forgive unto the uttermost, 
Were His love greater than our greatest sin. 
How many generous minds would never bow 
Before a God who could refuse to grant 
Forgiveness to an humble suppliant! 



XC 



Have thou no part nor lot in such a thought 
My soul! believe it not, consent thou not 
Thus to malign the Saviour's spotless name. 
Upon Almighty God cast no such slur 
Born of old error, of mistaken zeal, 
Or of some impious conspiracy, 
To forge, with this dread thought, the fetters strong 
That for long ages bound the minds of men 
Imprisoned by a priestly tyranny. 



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XCI 

What phrase is this that holds us thus enthralled — 

In this world or the next ? This world, forsooth! 

And wherefore read we not in place of world, 

A lifetime, generation, or a space; 

A dispensation, era, period. 

An age ? Why should all these rejected be, 

That would comport with God's high character 

And leave us hope for ages yet to come, 

When that past time and this in which we live 

Have gone, and in the long eternity — 

^ons of aeons, cycles all unknown, 

Duration vast, unwasting, yet to come — 

Forgiveness might be found for every sin ? 

Has Christ not told us that the letter kills 

And that the spirit only giveth life ? 

What earnest aspirations after God, 

What high and holy thoughts, what pure desires 

Has letter-worship strangled at the birth, 

Relentless, pitiless, implacable. 

xcn 

How have we stumbled at these fearful words 
From Him who bade us love our enemies, 



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That like our Heavenly Father we might be; — 
Who on the unjust and the just alike 
The blessing of His rain bestows; who makes 
His great, life-giving sun to rise and shine 
Reviving both the evil and the good — 
Bade us forgive our brother though he sin 
Against us many times oft multiplied, 
And on the cross forgave His murderers! 

xcni 

Nay, Thou didst utter hot, indignant words, 
The terrors of Thy wrath, O Lamb of God, 
'Gainst them who would the Holy Spirit quench 
Wherever it might move the hearts of men 
With comfort for their sorrow; or might give 
Fresh courage to Thy followers who faint 
In their long, valiant warfare upon sin; 
Or, through the gathering darkness might break 

forth 
In flashes of new light from that clear day 
That streams forever round the Throne of God — 
Whether in time long past, when Thou didst walk 
On earth, or when with noiseless footsteps or 
With clash of battle's wild commotion. Thou — 
Forever sowing seed for times to come. 



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Forever leading men to light and life — 

Hast led the nations after Thee, along 

The solemn, storm-swept, sun-flecked colonnade 

Of centuries that leads to our late age. 

XCIV 

How fierce the righteous wrath of love! Behold 
The father sternly force his wilful son 
From suicidal crime; the mother stand 
Between her child and shame with flashing eyes 
And eloquence of wrath; nay, the wild beast 
Love's fury knows, when she defends her young! 

xcv 

No sterner, fiercer words, O Christ, e'er fell 
On mortal ear than when Thou didst arraign 
The foes of truth, who would the Spirit quench 
And hinder those who sought its voice to hear. 
Then Thou, like fiery rain, upon their heads 
The maledictions of Thy wrath didst pour; 
The fierce, relentless wrath of love, not hate, 
Wrath in defence of trusting ones shut out 
Hurl'dst Thou on keepers of the door of Truth 
Who closed it on meek faces entering; 



XLbc TKltatb ot %ovc 91 

Wrath of upbraiding sorrow for the fate 
Of faithless stewards courting dire distress, 
Gonial grief ere they from sin should turn — 
Needless, would they but hear Thy voice and live. 

XCVI 

Though men blaspheme the God who speaks to 

them 
By all of nature's faithful ministries, 
By all the holy prophets of His word; 
Though men revile the blessed Son of Man, 
Yet may they be forgiven in this age: 
But when a man blasphemes the God within, 
That dove-like broods upon the dormant soul — 
O Paraclete, Companion, Comforter! — 
To waken it to loftier, nobler life. 
How hardly, in this age or that to come 
Shall he forgiveness find for this dread sin! 

XCVII 

The man who conscience stifles, who calls right 
That which he knows is wrong; who knows the 

good, 
Yet says to Evil, ** Thou shalt be my good," 



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That man the intimacy of his God 

Has violated, and with insult scorned 

The bosom Friend who pleads with him in vain; 

Who still with silent footstep follows him 

To whisper in his ear at busy noon, 

In unexpected places call his name, 

To look upon him, from the star-lit sky 

With deep, clear-shining eyes that pierce his soul; 

His sleep to startle with strange, troubled dreams 

That will not fade, but glimmer through the day ; 

Besetting day by day, before, behind, 

To visit him with pain, remorse and woe 

In this life, in the life to come, unquenched 

While sin remains to feed the flame; till he 

Somewhere shall meet Him face to face, and there 

Drawn by the love that would not let him go, 

Conquered by faithful Love — love stern but true — 

Unto his Father turn a penitent. 

XCVIII 

O Christ, defend us all in this our day. 
From such dark sin ; let us not dare to call 
Thee servant of Beelzebub; to quench 
The Spirit, though it choose some lowly voice, 
Some unknown follower of the Living God 



XLbc IKaratb of 3Love 93 

To prophesy new truth — so old, yet new — 

And from Thy royal treasury bring forth 

Thy precious jewels to enrich mankind; 

To show Thy grace more high, more deep, more 

vast 
Than man-made creeds and systems would allow. 

XCIX 

Thou art Incarnate Love, and when that Love 

Has purged with fierce, long-lasting penal fires 

The dross from the pure gold in these gross hearts, 

God will, through untold ages yet to come,^ 

Show the exceeding riches of His grace 

In kindness toward us through Thy saving name. 

It is our sin God would destroy, not us; 

All we His children are, and unto Him 

Do mercies and forgivenesses belong; 

For Love — our God — is a consuming fire, 

Consuming human guilt, not living souls. 



To every cold or troubled heart 
The treasures of Thy love impart; 



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Thy pity for each human woe, 
Lead us our brother-love to show; 
Beneath Thy rule, O Prince of Peace, 
May strife and sin and sorrow cease. 

Hasten the coming of the time 
When love shall lead in every clime; 
That long-expected, longed-for day 
When all shall own Thy gentle sway. 
Thy kingdom spread from sea to sea, 
Thy praises fill eternity. 



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Didst Thou not also say: ** I am the Door '* ? 
Again Thou saidst: ** If any man shall knock. 
It shall be opened unto him.'* And didst 
Thou mean that for this little span of life 
Thou wouldst receive the weary to Thy home, 
And those who seek for rest and peace with Thee, 
But that when death is past, and those blind eyes 
That could not see on earth Thy loveliness. 
Or, dazzled by some fleeting joy, refused 
Thy hospitality — ah, didst Thou mean 



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That when they turned again to seek Thy love 

(Perhaps in some far distant time and world), 

Repenting of their sin and wasted years, 

And humbly knocked for entrance to Thy home, 

Then Thou wouldst shut the door upon their cry 

And let them wander in their misery, 

Cursing Thy name throughout unending time ? 

Lord, Thou didst set no bounds. Thou didst not 

say, 
** Till death,'' else wouldst Thou be the vanquished 

one 
And Death would triumph over Thee ! Nay, Lord, 
Forgive the thought; Thou art Thyself the Door — 
No fortress gate whose slow, reluctant hinge 
Begrudges entrance to lost refugees: 
This door admits us to our Father's house. 
To each faint knock wide open is it thrown, 
And, from within, forth streams the light of Home. 
For whosoever unto Thee doth come 
Thou wilt, O Christ, in no wise cast him out, 
Nor time nor place can quench Thy boundless 

love. 
But with those arms that were extended wide 
Upon the bitter cross for all mankind 
Thou wilt embrace and draw him to Thy heart. 



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CII 

But canst Thou draw men thus ? How slow our 

hearts 
To trust Thy patient love, Thy boundless grace, 
That with unwearied patience waits for all! 
When Thou didst see the dreaded cross loom up 
And throw its shadow on Thy lonely path, 
Thou, the far distant future then beholding, 
Madest a promise great and wonderful. 
Pregnant with blessing vast for humankind — 
That if Thou shouldst be lifted up above 
The earth in mortal agony, Thou wouldst 
Draw all men unto Thee. Thy word we trust. 
How great that word, how comforting the thought! 
Give us strong faith till Thou Thy word fulfil. 

CHI 

I did not ask for life. By God's decree 
Helpless I came athwart the light of day. 
My lot already cast, my wish ignored, 
I had no voice to say if I would be. 
Would He who forced my being on me leave 
My unknown future, my eternal fate 



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In these weak hands ? Would He bid me decide 

My course, and at some parting of the ways 

Make final choice, with feeble sight and will, 

Which way I go ? Has He who hides from me 

The morrow till it come, left me to plan 

My journey through unending time, while yet 

I, purblind, grope for light in this crude state ? 

Enough for me to follow day by day 

With trustful heart in the plain path of duty, 

Sure that the end is safe in God's strong hand. 

Man may obey his Maker, or defy 

Awhile the One that bore and nourished him, 

But not a hairbreadth will Almighty Love 

Concede to aught that would its end confuse. 

Sin unto each full recompense will bring 

Of misery and pain — Tartarean fires 

Deep burning in the soul — to drive us back 

Into the homeward path. How oft, how far 

We stray, how long sin's torments we endure 

That lies with us. The end man cannot change — 

For, saith the Lord : I am the First and Last 

I the beginning am, and I the end. 

The Alpha and the Omega. 



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CIV 

Alas, 
Sin may deceive and we afar may stray, 
Our evil hearts our Maker may defy, 
And Retribution, with her face of steel 
And form of terror girt with consternation, 
Our steps may follow with majestic mien, 
Point out our rugged way with fiery sword. 
Relentless, scourge us on to keen remorse. 
And terrible may be our agony 
Until with bleeding feet we reach the goal. 
Then with a clearer vision shall we see 
Stern Retribution, her long warfare over. 
Loosen her corselet, doff her visor grim. 
Lay from her dreadful form the clanking mail 
And show her face — the radiant face of Love. 
For love at last must triumph over all. 
Nor sin nor death from God's firm hand may 

snatch 
His offspring, for whose sake He made the worlds. 

CV 

Would God our Father wake us from our sleep — 
The deep and dreamless sleep of nothingness — 



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To offer us a slender, mocking chance ? 
Would He have called His children into life, 
Vast throng of souls, unnumbered and unknown. 
Through untold ages, in far sundered lands 
Where they in darkness sat, nor knew His name. 
Think you that He would call them forth for this ? 
Is His free gift — our glorious heritage — 
The sport of chance and coupled with a snare ? 
Is Chance co-partner with the Lord of Hosts ? 
Shall circumstance of birth, or time, or place, 
Defeat His will and spoil our destiny ? 

CVI 

Would God our Father scatter living souls 

Like seeds that flutter in the aimless blast 

That recks not where they fall — in fertile soil 

To live, or on the arid sands to die ? 

Lost seeds may feed the hungry fowl, but God 

Will glut no ravenous Moloch with the seed 

Of His immortal being, nor cast forth 

His offspring, careless where they drift or fall. 

Should our Almighty Parent treat us so. 

How Evil, insolent with growing power. 

Would lift his taunting voice and God deride. 



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How blighting Chaos his lost sway would claim! 
How Order back to wild confusion fly! 
O Love, thou blushest at the unworthy thought; 
O Darkness, what a triumph over Day ! 

Justice, what a libel on thy name ! 

Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right ? 

cvn 

Whither upon this strange and changeful sea — 
Now calm, now joyful, sparkling in the sun 
As if a million diamonds rained from heaven, 
Now dark with gathering clouds, now swept by 

storm — 
Drifts my frail bark, beset with doubts and fears ? 

1 cannot clearly see, the night comes on. 

The hoarse gale blows its bellowing trumpets wild. 
And like a shroud the dread mist wraps me in. 
I fear the night, I hear the breakers grind 
Upon the cruel, threatening rocks. But still 
To guide me on my way, to quell my fear, 
From the far shores, with oft-repeated tones, 
I hear a steady signal blowing loud 
Through the thick night, above the tempest's roar, 
With clarion voice proclaiming : God is Love. 



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In vain the angry winds that voice defy, 
In vain their tumult would His signal drown, 
In vain the murky fog would smother it; 
Through all the storm, through all the doubt and 

gloom, 
I hear the broken echoes answer: Love ! 

CVIII 

If any single soul shall drift in woe, 
By fear, tempestuous and eternal, driven, 
Lost on a shoreless sea in endless storm. 
Or hopeless sink, engulfed in the abyss — 
No floating spar, no hand outstretched to save 
From the unpitying water's awful swirl — 
Plunged headlong down to everlasting night, 
In darkness quenched, a living soul destroyed. 
Will not God's thought for it have been in vain, 
His ancient promises be unfulfilled. 
The triumph of the Cross be incomplete. 
And victory be mingled with defeat ? 

CIX 

A A, never sank a sinning soul so low^ 
But GocT s paternal hand could deeper go 
His pe7Hshing child to save. 



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Though shipwrecked by sin's overwhelming weighty 
God' s hand has rescued from as hard a fate 
Some other castaway. 

How shall I set a limit to His grace ^ 
How dare I cloud the glory of His face ? — 

Abide His time j have faith through weary days 
That at the last each soul shall sing His praise 
Who moulds the hearts of men. 

CX 

Oft have I heard, upon the night-wind borne, 
A mellow-throated robin piping low 

As if, lone herald of the distant morn, 
His little heart with rapture were aglow. 

Some secret influence of the coming day- 
Had waked him from his leaf-embowered sleep, 

Till in the rushing torrent of his lay- 
Outpoured the joy no night could silent keep. 

happy warbler, whose glad matins raise 

Such tuneful worship to thine Unknown Friend, 

1 too would laud His name and sing His praise 
And magnify His mercy without end. 



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For I have seen the breaking of a light 

More fair than ever rose to greet thine eyes, 

Whose coming shall forever banish night 
And fill with joy the waiting earth and skies. 

I see afar ihe glowing wheels of light, 
I hear the fleeing spirits of the night — 

Would that my voice might flow as clear, as 
strong, 

As hope-inspiring as the robin-song. 

CXI 

If man can tame the fierce and ruthless beast 
Filled with wild passion and the lust for blood; 
If in that shaggy breast man can implant 
A germ of love for one who gives him food. 
Cannot the Lord in man*s rebellious heart 
Kindle a spark, in some forgotten cell 
Of His own temple, ruined and unused. 
That smouldering long, perchance unfelt, unseen, 
With stench of smoke, or faint uncertain glow 
Shall burst at last to flame in the dark night. 
Fanned into life by some strong wind of Heaven, 
And blazing, signal from its far-off hill 
An answer to His beacon-light of love ? 



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CXII 

If man can find a way to reach the dark 
Imprisoned mind, when every sense is dead 
(Deaf ears and sightless eyes, nor any speech) 
And light and comfort to the prisoner bring, 
Cannot the Lord arouse the dormant Soul, 
Though buried in a dungeon black as night; 
Cannot a ray of His pure light steal in 
To wake the sleeper and dispel the gloom ? 

CXIII 

If when the tree is withered, parched, and dead. 
Refreshing rains can wake in the deep root 
New life that shoots from darkness to the day. 
With verdure glad, and bright with blossoms fair, 
Cannot the Lord, with all His gracious showers 
Of living waters, reach dead, sterile souls 
Long heedless of His love, and make them feel 
The breathing of His Spirit like the Spring, 
And bud and bloom, with precious fruit, to grace 
Celestial gardens of the King of Kings ? 

CXIV 

All souls are Thine, Thou holdest each essential ; 
Art Thou then God, and canst not claim Thine own ! 
Thou madest day and night, sunshine and storm; 



XLbc Eternal ipaesion ot ©oD 105 

Thou madest Good and hast created Evil; 
Thou comprehendest and controllest all. 
Cannot Thy perfect wisdom find a way 
Hard hearts to reach and stubborn wills to lead? 
Cannot Omnipotence the way make plain, 
Justice and Might and Wisdom serving Love? 
For these, though lordly, be but servitors 
That Love Divine upon His sapphire throne — 
Each in his own concentric region vast — 
With triple zones of glory, girdle round. 

CXIV^ 

When Thou, Almighty Love — dwelling alone. 

Creation uncreate in Thee contained — 

Didst gaze adown Duration infinite. 

Years were not then, nor Time; the cycles fled 

But as pulsations of Thy brooding thought — 

The Eternal Father waiting for His child. 

Yearning for offspring and companionship 

"Let us make man," Thou saidst, "in our own 

image, 
Godlike on earth to rule; but man must be 
A meet companion, sharer of my thought, 
Freeborn. Though destined to be one with me, 
Through evil mastered and through Conquering 

Love 



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Must he ascend, till he attain my side — 
There is no other way to this high Goal/* 

Then pressed upon the sorrowing Heart of Love 
The burden of all time — the plaint and cry 
Of Nature's ravening creatures, human woes: 
Yea, all the tears of men, from Eden lost 
To the dying moan of Earth's last denizen, 
Dull heart-break, pestilence, fear, deep agonies, 
Sin's blight and woe on all the world to be — 
All didst Thou see, and on Thy heart didst bear, 
And all the travail of Thy soul foreknow. 
Yet for the splendor of Love's consummation. 
To lead Thy child — Mankind — through life's stern 

school, 
To walk for aye with Thee victorious, 
Clothed with the greater joy Thou hast prepared — 
Thou, travailing with our woes, didst say : ** Let 

us make man ! " 

cxv 

O Thou thai from eteriiity 

Upon thy wounded heart hast borne 

Each pang and cry of misery 

Wherewith our human hearts are torn^ 



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T/iy love upon the grievous cross 
Doth glow^ the beacon-light of timCy 

Forever sharing paifi and loss 
With every man, in every clime. 

How vast, how vast Thy sacrifice. 

As ages come and ages go, 
Still waiting, till it shall suffice 

To draw the last cold heart and slow ! 

CXVI 

Why should we doubt Thy power ? Shall the unseen 
And silent current that pervades the earth 
Draw the frail needle trembling in the storm 
Where shipwreck threatens on tumultuous seas, 
Where bold explorers thread the forest gloom — 
Shall this mysterious influence surely draw 
The needle to the pole, until it point 
Steadfast and true and shall we doubt Thy power 
To attract the heart of man unto Thyself ? 

CXVII 

Shall the majestic sun that rules the heavens 
Hold in his grasp the planets as they roll 
In solemn order through the realms of light; 
Send forth his mighty forces and turn back 



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The flaming comet in his headlong flight, 
Back from the awful depths of space unknown 
That blazing fugitive recall, and make 
This wonder of the skies obedient come ? 
Shall suns and systems scattered far and wide 
Throughout lone regions measureless to thought, 
Worlds new-born, nebulous, in vapor swathed, 
Fierce molten globes with fiery cyclones torn, 
Rock-ribbed and sea-girt planets whirling by. 
Dead worlds, dark phantoms of the firmament, 
In ceaseless march and wheel and countermarch 
Through the thick-woven orbit-maze of space — 
Stupendous rhythm that marks the eternal year 
With seed and blossom, fruitage and decay — 
While each its pathway keeps, its course fulfils. 
Nor clashing worlds in dread collision shake 
The universe with terror and dismay; 
Shall these harmonious orbs roll on in peace, 
Obedient to the all-persuasive power 
Of far Alcyone, great central sun, 
Leading these hosts forever, on and on 
We know not whither, and we know not how; 
And shall not He who rules the universe 
Throned in calm unmarred by discord dire — 
Who out of chaos and primeval night — 
When all the morning stars together sang — 



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Summoned these shining spheres to illume the void, 
With torches lighting His triumphal way, 
And all the sons of God for joy did shout 
Paeans of praise — shall not this Mighty One 
Order the ways of His own family, 
And from sin's chaos lead the sons of men ? 
Or shall we doubt that Thou, Incarnate Love, 
Son of the Highest, Sent of God, canst draw 
Unto Thyself all souls, though lost in sin, 
In far-off regions lost to all but Thee ? 

CXVIII 

But must we ever follow, never lead ? 
Are we not free ? May we not choose our way ? 
Shall this overmastering force compel consent ? 
Is loss of liberty the price of bliss! 

CXIX 

spirit of freedom^ thou dost love the sea^ 
Trackless and storm-tost ocean wild and free, 
Faint symbol of thine own eternity. 

The seagulls wheel and soar and fearless roa7n. 
The stormy petrel dashes through the foam j 
The mighty billows heave, the tempests roar. 
The diapason thunders shake the shore 
And chant the song of freedoin evermore. 



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cxx 

Thou dost delight in every mountain-side 
Far from the strife and eager toil of men, 
Where like Thy spirit blows the unfettered wind, 
Where in sweet freedom roam the deer untamed. 
Where high above the darkling forest's gloom 
The eagle soars, rejoicing on his way. 
Author and God of freedom. Thou dost love 
The mountains range on range, with glory crowned. 
Kissed by the setting sun as fades the day, 
Whose peaks climb heavenward toward Thy dwell- 
ing-place. 
There Freedom's voice resounds from crag to crag, 
There plunging torrents her glad anthem raise, 
There avalanches shout her deathless name. 
Thou lov'st the cataract's majestic curve 
Whose waters rush impetuous, thundering down 
To misty depths, with hovering Iris crowned. 
Where from the abyss vast alleluias roll, 
And mighty voices stir the listening soul. 

CXXI 

Whence hast thou thy courage, brown thrush, 1^ 
brown thrush ? 



Spirit of jfreeDom m 

Whence hast those wild bugle-tones; heard'st 

thou the rush 
Of troopers to battle, for rights of the free ? 
Who taught thee that song of liberty ? 

Was 't the breath of the forest, melodious bird, 
Where mysterious murmurs and whispers are heard ; 
Where the track of the storm-king is loud with his 

blast, 
And the wood-giants bow till his trumpets have 

passed ? 

Whence hast thou thy joyance, brown thrush, 

brown thrush, 
Thy flute-note*s delight at the twilight hush, 
Piping thy mate a sweet serenade 
As she broods her nest in the leafy shade ? 

I would thou couldst teach me, brown thrush, 

brown thrush 
To cast off the care that my spirit would crush ; 
Thou seemest unconscious that aught is amiss 
In this troubled world, so perfect thy bliss ! 

Would some hand might bestow on me vision to 
see 



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How this wonderful earth and sky look, thrush, to 

thee. 
And what gifts that I know not, brave minstrel, are 

thine : 
Sing again, O bird-brother, thy carol divine ! 

With thy paean of triumph, brown thrush, brown 

thrush. 
Thy trillings, thy warblings, how limpid and 

lush, 
My heart with thine ecstacy thou dost inspire; 
Whence hast thou, whence hast thou such 

passionate fire ? 

CXXII 

Author and God of freedom. Thou dost plant 

In every breast a longing to be free. 

Thou to the patriot's arm dost courage give 

To battle with oppression and to strike 

The tryant down; to break the captive's chain. 

Thou dost inspire that love of liberty 

Which brooks no priestly bondage -of the soul 

That dares forbid the mind of man to explore 

Thy vast domain unfettered ; tyranny 

That in a cage would prison winged thought, 



Spirit ot jfreeOom 113 

Or clip her pinions, lest she fly too far. 
Thou lov'st the eager thought and life of men 
Instinct with strength of their high parentage. 
Nor wouldst thou have us bow in abject fear, 
And faint, reluctant homage to Thee pay, 
Wrung from us by o'erpowering majesty. 
Wouldst Thou not have us sons of God, free-born, 
Free like Thyself, as we Thine image bear ? 
Dost Thou not call us to high enterprise, 
To master earth and sea and scale the heavens. 
To broader conquest, nobler victories, 
To greater triumphs of self-government, 
To share Thy wondrous thoughts and walk with 
Thee ? 



CXXIII 

By love of freedom led, 
Our Pilgrim Fathers fled 

Over the sea. 
Here long they toiled and prayed, 
Here deep foundations laid, 
Here they a stronghold made 

For Liberty. 



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For Liberty they fought, 

And with their life-blood bought 

Our native land; 
Where now in peace we dwell, 
Low grassy mounds still tell 
Where many a hero fell 

With sword in hand. 



Led by that noble band, 
Millions from every land 

Have hither come. 
For some exalted end 
Doth God His children send, 
And here all nations blend 

In our fair home. 



Strong Saxon, Freedom's heir, 
Foremost to do and dare, 

Leader of men ; 
Brave Teuton, Norseman bold 
From fastnesses of cold 
Whence stormed the Viking old — 

Grim dragon den; 



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Warm-hearted Celt, and Hun 
Of swarthy hue, blithe son 

Of Italy; 
Lone Hebrew, exile-worn, 
Cast out with stripes and scorn — 
All seek this blessed bourne 

Of Liberty. 



From Orient's dark domain, 
Armenia's tears and pain, 

With one accord 
Rejoicing pilgrims go 
And, streaming westward, flow 
Where hope's high beacons glow, 

Led of the Lord. 



From Ethiopia's gloom 
To slavery's hopeless doom 

The Negro came; 
But lo, a mighty voice, 
'Mid blood and battle noise, 
Bade even the slave rejoice 

In Freedom's name. 



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The Red Man, in despair, 
Fled to his mountain lair 

And forest wild ; 
Anon sweet Liberty 
Invites him to her knee 
And bids him, too, be free, 

Her native child. 



How oft, by tyrants driven, 
Have these in battle striven 

For kingly pride! 
Now cools their hostile blood, 
Now for the common good 
In freedom's brotherhood 

Stand they allied. 



Nourished by Freedom, here 
Shall a new race appear ; 

From many, one; 
Beneath her ample shield. 
Upon this wide-spread field, 
Shall ancient strifes be healed, 

New life begun. 



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Here will the Lord make plain 
Things men have sought in vain 

Since time's first morn; 
Called forth by Freedom's might, 
Here first shall see the light 
Vast powers for man and right, 

As yet unborn. 

Ho, freemen, watch ye well, 
Let no base traitor sell 

Freedom for gold; 
Gift of the Lord of Love, 
Sent from the heavens above, 
Strong eagle, gentle dove, 

At one behold! 



CXXIV 

Be not too sure 

Your freedom will endure, 

Unless ye watch and guard your treasure well : 

If ye but close your eyes — 

Lulled by luxurious Siren singing 

Into a fatal slumber and forgetting; 



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In eager haste for wealth and place 

Heedless of woes to come and foul disgrace, 

Blind to your country*s home-bred foes that hide, 

Lurking in ambush at your very side 

While ye are sleeping or are busy getting — 

Some giant may arise, 

Some emissary of the powers of Hell — 

A petty partisan at first. 

Seized with ambition's quenchless thirst — 

And in an evil hour 

Grasp at imperial power, 

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Or dazzled by the wild extravagance 

Of nature's rich exuberance — 

Storehouse of the Creator's vast reserve 

Laid up our generations long to serve; 

Its wealth of grain beyond all measure. 

Its mines untold that gleam with treasure, 

Food for the nations in distress, 

Strength to defend the cause of right : — 

All that the heart of man could bless 

Made glorious by freedom's light 

On mountain-side, and plain, and lordly river : 

Beware, lest ye forget the bounteous Giver 



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And worship Mammon, bending low the knee — 

Your high ideals on his altar laid — 

Nor blush for shame, nor in his service falter; 

Things of the spirit cast into the shade. 

Objects of sense a weightier matter made, 

Forgetting Truth's eternal majesty — 

So shall ye fall from your once high estate, 

The humbled victims of avenging fate. 

Freedom disconsolate, the nations disappointed, 

Democracy a myth, Hope mourning her anointed, 

Tyrants rejoicing with unfeigned delight, 

God*s face averted from the hateful sight, 

And overall the legend: Ichabod! 

Ye cannot worship Mammon and serve God. 

CXXVI 

For despots on their thrones — 
Builded of dead men's bones 
Cement with orphans' tears. 
Gilded by force and stealth 
With the people's hard-earned wealth, 
Haunted by dungeon groans, 
Curses and ghastly fears — 
May form a mighty league 



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To strike a stunning blow 

And Freedom overthrow ; 

Until before their gloating eyes, 

Bound hand and foot, their hated rival lies. 

CXXVII 

Or swarming Asian hordes, 

Led by their fierce war-lords — 

Long schooled by the example of their Western 

brothers, 
When strong enough, to seize the lands of others ; 
Lashed into fury by the depredations 
Of cormorant fleets and predatory nations 
Flocking from far around the Dragon ; bent 
On plunder snatched in his dismemberment ; 
Well taught, alas, in ruthless arts of death 
By followers of the Man of Nazareth — 
Awakened from their long millennial slumbers. 
May like a huge, on-rushing tidal wave, 
Crush and destroy us 'neath o'erwhelming numbers. 

CXXVIII 

In the titanic struggle yet to be 

When right and light and human liberty 



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With powers of greed and tyranny engage 
In mortal combat, final war to wage — 
A world-wide struggle coming-on apace 
In many a waking land and longing race — 
My country, do thou make a valiant fight, 
And for the people's cause put forth thy might, 
And may the Lord of Hosts who made thee free 
Make thee, great guardian of liberty. 
To lead the nations, marching in the van, 
The fearless champion of the rights of man ; 
Arm thee with light, and with immortal fire 
Thine altars keep aflame, thy heart inspire. 
Lest commonw^eal be counted little worth; 
And Freedom, throttled, perish from the earth. 



The flying rumor of thy dreaded name 
Affrights the tyrant, jealous of thy fame : 
Where glimmering hope lights many a wistful eye 
Forsake thou not the weak, consent thou not 
Unto their death, nor coldly pass them by. 
But if thou dare sweet freedom's boon deny 
Unto a weaker people's anguished cry, 
Or if thou stoop to play the tyrant's part, 
Hot blood of freedom shall forsake thy heart, 



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And He who called thee Freedom's life to save 
Shall give thee to some despot for his slave. 

CXXIX 

O sacred Freedom, man has loved thee long 
And long for thee his precious blood has shed ; 
In this thy new-found home forever dwell ; 
Thyself an angel show, full-panoplied 
Oppression to destroy, old wrongs to right. 
The weak to guard and hopes untold fulfill ; 
Hopes of brave martyrs and of patriots gone 
Who died rejoicing that thou couldst not die ; 
Hopes for the time to come, that brighter day 
When thou shalt blessing bring to every land 
Till men no more their fellows shall oppress, 
Till everywhere the people rule supreme. 

From Erin's isle, fair Erin long despoiled ; 
From struggling Cuba, trampled in her blood ; 
From Greece where lo ! Leonidas awakes. 
Startled from sleep by the intolerable cry 
Of Crete beleaguered by the Iscariot nations — 
Europa, shameless, harloting with Islam — 
Wakes once again to face o'erwhelming odds 



Spirit ot jfreeDom 123 

And stir the sluggish pulses of the world ; 
From lone Armenia's massacre infernal ; 
From Finland crushed, Siberia exile-cursed ; 
From Amur's ghastly waters choked with dead ; 
From far-oif ocean-girdled Philippines, 
Ground 'twixt the upper and the nether stone, 
Panting from fight with Spain's long tyranny, 
Betrayed and subjugated in thy name ; 
From sturdy Transvaal, battling for her life, 
Blood of old Huguenot and Netherlander 
Outpoured upon thine altar once again, 
O Freedom, hear thy martyrs cry to thee ! 

cxxx 

What means this murmuring sound that fills the air, 
Voices of anger, discontent, despair, 
Misguided, crude, despised, misunderstood. 
If not the waking sense of brotherhood ? 

What mean this woman's tears, these children's 

cries ? 
What prostrate form before them bleeding lies ? 
'T is freedom's martyr, who his blood has shed 
For liberty to earn his children bread. 



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And is there then no better way than this ? 
Must brotherhood be risked in war's abyss ? 
Ah, comrades, let blind strife give way to peace : — 
Assail not Freedom, let this madness cease ! 

Force will not break the spirit of the free, 
Ye cannot kill immortal Liberty ; 
The fires that sweep across the burning plain 
Fresh verdure bring, as grows the grass again. 

O Brother Christ, Yoke-Fellow of mankind, 
Help us in Thy great love our way to find, 
Help us in every creature dear to Thee, 
However despised, a brother-man to see. 

If we but held Thy Golden Rule supreme 
For men and nations, soon wouldst Thou redeem 
From maddening strife and toil, our harried race. 
Stilled by Thy soothing, reconciling face. 

Upon the world's great longing then would rise 
Such light as never broke in eastern skies ; 
As if mankind from long and troubled sleep 
Woke to love's power, undreamed, vast, ocean-deep. 



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Greed, from his pitiless jaws, would loose the world 
And red Ambition's pirate flags be furled, 
The lily and the rose make glad the waste 
And men at last life's true elixir taste. 

CXXXI 

Ye winds of heaven, your wings are faint 
With bearing cries of the oppressed; 

The ages weary of the plaint, 

Ah, who will hear and give them rest ? 

O Mother Earth, dost thou not feel 
The tears that rain-like on thee fall ? 

Hast thou no balm these hearts to heal, 
Canst thou not hear them vainly call ? 

O Skies, in pity stoop awhile, 

How smile ye so on such despair ? 

Thy joy, O Sun, may not beguile 
The quarry in the tiger's lair. 

Forgotten of their fellow-men 
They find no helper in their need; 

Their life a waste, their home a den, 
Victims of tyranny and greed, 



126 Cbti0tu6 Dtctoc 

They languish weary and forlorn 

In penury and sore distress; 
They curse the day that they were born, 

Such fears appall, such woes oppress. 

The wailing infant hushed and dead, 
The mother's heart with anguish numb, 

The father's vengeful cry for bread, 

Appeal to Heaven — but Heaven is dumb. 

And thinkest thou that God is dead 

Who Israel out of Egypt led. 

Who brought our fathers o'er the sea 

And gave this land to Liberty, 

Who out of bondage called the slave — 

Thinkest thou these He cannot save ? 

The Lord with measured steps and slow 
Doth onward through the ages go. 
Listen! His footsteps now I hear; 
Bruised hearts, your Helper draweth near. 

CXXXII 

A dreamer heard a warning voice declare: 
** From bondage and from servile toil set free, 
Man shall be free indeed; the plastic globe 



Zbc ©oal of Itbette 127 

Which he inhabits shall become his slave 
And serve him well with forces yet unknown. 
Earth's countless cataracts and ocean's tide 
His yoke shall bear, his labors shall perform, 
And from their tireless pulses shall stream forth 
The lightnings, harnessed to obey his will. 
Then unseen forces with resistless might 
The groaning mill shall turn on every plain; 
Like shuttles through the land his chariots urge; 
Wild Winter, howling, from his hearthstone drive; 
Cities illume, and from each blazing hill 
Flash their auroras on the wondering night; 
Pierce earth's deep entrails through with searching 

ray 
And show the unimagined treasure there. 
Borne on the ethereal tide, lo, mirrored faces 
Shall, speaking, smile or scowl their dark defiance. 
And voices weird shall whisper through the air 
From land to land, swift flying messengers. 
Finding this earth too small, too circumscribed, 
Reach out afar, beyond her narrow zones 
And nothing daunted, hail the passing planets! 

** But not for peace alone shall men be free; 
Dread enginery of war shall they devise 



128 Cbti6tU0 IDtctor 

Before whose hideous and unpitying storm 

Of terror Jove's red thunderbolts would pale 

And Neptune's ineffectual trident falter. 

Forth from his flaming throat the monitor 

Ten leagues hurls five and twenty hundredweight 

Of steel, hurtling with grewsome cries and fierce 

Valkyria-song through the torn, screaming air 

Amain, pregnant with Death's dire progeny. 

But while this bellowing monster of the deep 

Shakes Ocean, frighting all his finny tribes, 

Lo, that strange narwhal traversing the main. 

Disporting now athwart the foaming crest, 

Now forging silent 'neath the rolling billow, 

Relentless follows his unheeding prey, 

'Till rushing with ferocious snout he rends 

The bowels of his mighty adversary 

And, helpless in the ocean solitude, 

Down, down the abyss ten thousand, gasping, 

swirl — 
And in ten thousand homes a bitter cry!*' 
(Art Thou so kindly, Death, thou need'st our aid ?) 
** Or see that floating crater lead the van, 
Hell-gorged volcano spewing dynamite 
Into the mine-sown harbor, ploughing deep 
A pathway cleared for the invading fleets — 



Cbe Goal ot llberti^ 129 

Tartarean furies pressing close behind — 
To rain destruction on the beleaguered town. 

" O, thought of terror! In a man's right hand — 

Held in the feeble fingers of a man — 

See that slight pencil of electric waves 

Flow noiseless through the night more swift than 

lightning, 
Hunting those huge leviathans of war: 
Of truer steel than rang on Vulcan's anvil 
And with enormous armor belted round, 
For devastation built, with thunders voiced — 
Dread messenger of death, infernal ferret 
Through massy bulwark and through ponderous 

hull 
Deep burrowing to the guarded magazine. 
Defenceless from this finger of grim fate, 
Till armament and men are swallowed up 
With vast reverberation of the deep. 

'* And armies then afield shall silent stand 
Immovable, transfixed, in rigid ranks 
Arrested mid-career; uplifted feet. 
Outstretched arms — Death's fearful pantomime. 
Or mowed in sudden swaths as with a scythe, 



I30 Gbrletua IDlctor 

Slain by electric currents on them turned 
From silent, lightning-breathed artillery ; 
Or, from earth-shaking dynamos evoked 
Downward shall stream by mystic forces driven. 
Deep tremors through Earth*s cavernous abyss, 
Vast viewless shafts, with desolation barbed. 
Rending with earthquake the antipodes. 

** And men with joy shall cleave the buoyant air 
By strange pneumatic enginery propelled — 
Self-fed on life-blood of the atmosphere's 
Exhaustless veins, to fluid power compressing 
Titanic energies of storm and gale — 
Like swallows on the wing at close of day 
In mazy flight, and feeding as they fly 
With many a curve and wheel for pure delight; 
Or speed with flash of winged thought away — 
Mocking the winds and beckoning them to follow, 
As the swift arrow seeks the distant goal. 
Or honey-freighted bee the murmuring hive. 

** Yea, with vast love of speed inherited 

From Him at whose command: Let there be 

Light, 
For His creative joy from night sprang forth 



Cbe (5oal of Xibertg 131 

Arcturus, Centaur, Sirius, Pleiades — 
Quadriga fiery-maned, whom only He 
In rein could hold, fierce plunging tlirough the 

void, 
Sure guided as with flashing heel they spurn 
The narrow confines of the firmament — 
Shall man, impelled by innate force divine, 
Grasp at sidereal velocity — 
Strange mark of likeness this *twixt son and Sire! 

" Men shall be drunk with the new wine of freedom ; 

Nations contending for supremacy 

With squadrons flying in mid air shall fight. 

At fortresses and armored navies laugh, 

Scoff at Gibraltar's frowning battlements 

Rain from the clouds on cities deadly hail, 

Infernal bombs, with soporific damp 

And foul infection's fatal microbes crammed, 

Surcharged to burst and flood the sleeping town 

With fumes and vapors, as Death's awful breath 

Crept on the cohorts of Sennacherib; 

Aerial fleets, armadas tempest-flown 

Rush earth-ward, striking terror unawares, 

As drops the halcyon, poised above the sea, 

To grap|)le with his prey beneath the wave. 



132 Cbristus Dictoc 

Then ancient barriers shall naught avail, 
Defenceless from the harpies of the sky; 
Nor any nation hold its borders safe 
From swift invasion by the winged foe, 
Dread vampire bandits of the trackless air 
Who upon lonely dwellings from afar 
Descending terrify the midnight hour. 
None then may imposts lay nor customs levy 
Upon the unfettered commerce of the world. 
And men shall strive in ever deadlier strife, 
Trample on law and scorn authority. 
Nor brook restraint in aught of God or man, 
Order despise, and government defy 
Till futile war itself must cry for peace 
Or universal anarchy confront! *' 

CXXXIII 

Hear the Creator to His children say: 

*' Fear ye no dreamer's evi) prophecy. 

Lo, I am God and even the wrath of man 

Shall give me praise and the remainder I 

Will, when I please, restrain, saith Love Almighty; 

Yea, all the earth the meek shall yet inherit. 

Evil is doomed, love only shall endure. 



Ubc (5oal of %ibcxt^ 133 

When strife exhausted is and license spent, 

And ye are satisfied that these are vain, 

Then shall ye learn of me the law of love, 

And I alone will lead and make you free. 

Of old I bade you conquer Earth, commanding 

You to possess it, knitting land to land 

Till the whole world together shall be welded 

By love's eternal fires in Heaven first lit, 

Bound in a universal brotherhood 

Wherein the mighty shall defend the weak, 

The strong unto the feeble minister, 

And men and nations shall take up the cause 

Of even the lowliest of the sons of men. 

Nor any longer live for self alone. 

Nor prey upon a neighbor's welfare, no. 

Nor stoop to gain advantage with dishonor; 

But humankind in love divine shall grow 

Unto the stature of the Perfect Man, 

Into the likeness of the Son of God, 

And Self at last with Him be crucified/* 

(How faint, how faint the vision flits afar!) 

'* Then shall ye know how thin the shadowy veil 

That I have hung 'twixt Earth and Heaven; how 

both 
Matter and spirit I subservient make 



134 Cbri0tu6 IDtctot 

Unto my ends, till matter own the spirit 

Master, and ye do send your thought afar 

To do your will, even mountains to remove; 

And do refresh the waste of barren lives, 

And do confound intrenched iniquity 

With spiritual forces like a tide, 

Rolling from hearts that heave with love's great 

billows 
Crested with marvels vast, new prodigies 
Wrought by love's mystical telepathy, 
Deep, nascent, psychic energies unknown, 
High powers which ye, my children, shall inherit — 
Led in the footsteps of the Son of Man — 
When time is ripe that I should call them forth. 
More potent these than armaments and war 
What time my chosen moved with strong desire — 
Swaying as grain before the Spirit's breath — 
Focus their hearts upon each common foe 
Quailing astounded at the Spirit's might. 
So winds of summer, sweet with meadow-bloom. 
Refresh the poison fen and stagnant pool 
And sweep their pestilential breath away. 
Then answering thought my guiding thought shall 

follow 
And I will show you greater things to come. 



Cbe ©oal ot %ibcxt^ 135 

For ye shall rule with me and shall command 
Obedient, subtle forces that control 
The mighty movements of the universe ; 
And I will satisfy your longing souls 
And princes ye shall be, the sons of God. 
For I will give you larger freedom far 
Than mortal heart has ever dared conceive 
In all its wildest dreams of liberty.'* 

CXXX/V 

Lov'st thou the voice of ocean's breaking wave^ 
The spirit of the 7nountains, wild and free ; 

Hast thou a patriot's heart thy land to save. 
Yet knowing still no loftier liberty ? 

Dost thou not long to break the galling chain 
That binds thee to a slave s dull^ narrow life ? 

Dost thou not long to be a child again. 

Free from life's bondage and unceasing strife ? 

If thou wouldst manhood's dream of freedom know, 
And feel thyself indeed creation's heir, 

Seek thou His liberty who loves thee so 

That He thy burdens on His heart doth bear. 



136 Cbri6tU6 IDlctoc 

Seek thou the freedom of the Son of God, 
Who came thy princely birthright to reveal ; 

Who bore the stroke of thine oppressor s rod ; 
Who died thy glorious liberty to seal. 

His freedman^ thou law's bondage mafst ignore 
And to thyself a law supreme shall be j 

Thy fetters then forgetting to deplore , 

Whatever thy lot, thou shall indeed be free, 

cxxxv 

Our hearts cry out for freedom, we would be 
Unshackled, Mighty Parent, as Thou art; 
But is the fearful price of freedom risk 
Of utter loss and ruin, and must that 
Dark shadow ever haunt her footsteps fair 
With awful shapes of terror and despair ? 

CXXXVI 

What then is freedom's limit, where its end — 
This precious boon by Heaven bestowed on men 
This priceless right to every creature dear ? 
What in the last analysis but this : 
Each power and faculty divinely given 



tTbe (3oal ot %ibcxt^ 137 

In fullest scope to use and to enjoy, 
Within the metes and bounds that God has set. 
Has He full license given to erring men ? 
Would He bestow upon us unchecked power 
Ourselves to ruin, His own work to spoil, 
Himself to mock, His purpose to defeat ? 
Here is our limit, here our freedom ends — 
Man may climb high but cannot God dethrone. 
God is still Sovereign and His rule supreme. 

CXXXVII 

Above the clouds the soaring eagle mounts 
High o*er his lofty home, but there must halt, 
Though stout of heart he vainly, vainly beats 
With baffled wing the thin and yielding air. 

cxxxvni 

Feeble we come from darkness into light 

And swift to darkness flit away again ; 

We come when called, we go when summoned hence; 

Free though we seem, yet are we firmly bound. 

Hunger and penury, disease and death. 

The wayward elements, the heat, the cold, 

Fierce throes and tempests of our earthly lot 

Mark out the limits of our liberty. 

Freedom is hedged with adamantine walls 



138 Cbrt6tU0 Wlctoc 

We cannot climb, and cannot overthrow ; 

Upon them pass and re-pass sentinels 

Divinely set to keep inviolate 

The holy ground of God's prerogative. 

Thou mayest hie thee to some distant bourne 

Across the seas, may'st visit London, Rome, 

Fair Greece ; may'st climb the ancient Pyramids ; 

May'st thread the far, mysterious Orient, 

Or at thy fireside dream of quietude. 

Yet all the while, a thousand miles each minute, 

Rushes the ponderous earth around the sun — 

Stupendous flight ! — and London, Rome, and 

Greece, 
Gray Pyramid and slumberous Orient, 
Yea, and the fireside nook where thou dost sit. 
Plunge headlong with this whirling sphere amain, 
And naught avails thy freedom or thy cries 
To thwart the steadfast purposes of God, 
Or baulk His will, which doth include thine own. 
Keen appetite may freely pluck and choose 
The luscious fruit that doth the hand invite, 
Or grain that to the sickle nods consent ; 
May gather spoils of chase, of stream or flood, 
With freedom and with longing day by day. — 
Nor is it good for man to be alone, 



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Reft of the allurements and the charm of love. 
For sweet companionship his soul cries out ; 
Imperious, scorning every fetter, love 
Will have his own, and taste with new delight 
The joy of passion's wild delirium. 

So useth God man's hunger and desire ; 
Yea, brutish lust His purpose doth overrule 
To save the man, to save the race from death — 
Our wills left free, His sovereign will supreme. 

CXXXIX 

Wild storms across the ocean rage uncurbed 
Till on the rockbound coast they rush amain 
Where ancient, weather-beaten crags, unmoved 
By all the tumult of the thundering sea, 
Disdainful hurl the invading legions back 
And mock the fury of the winds and waves. 

CXL 

Despite the envious ills of life^ 
The grinding toil, the rasping strife^ 
What mighty works of hand and pen 
Have been achieved by mortal 7nen 
In spite of all^ in spite of all. 



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Through long millenniums slowly past 
His pyramids unshaken last. 
Still witnessing *mid shifting sands 
The triumph of those withered hands 
In spite of all, in spite of all. 

Though crumbling ruin disappear 
The immortal epic still I hear, 
That, when this aged world was young, 
In spite of all, for me was sung, 
In spite of all, in spite of all. 

Though bound to earth with iron chains 
The soul her prison-house disdains, 
Essaying with audacious wing 
Vast searchings for some deathless thing, 
In spite of all, in spite of all. 

CXLI 

From the vexed shore I watched the storming main j 
The trembling earth recoiled and shook again 
As from the blows of some gigantic hand 
That hurled the billows high upon the strand, 
Rejoicing, thought I : '^ Mighty though thou art, 
Less mighty thou, O Sea, than man's brave heart. 



asrave Ibeart ot ^an 141 

* * Thou canst not heave thy raging waves so high 
But some proud keel thy fury will defy ; 
Thou hast no depths so gloomy or profound 
Man with his daring plummet may not soufid^ 
And while thy tempests and tornadoes roar 
He whispers through the deep^ from shore to 
shore. '* 

CXLII 

No petty bounds has God around us drawn 
Nor will He close us in a narrow space; 
Undaunted and unsatisfied, the soul 
Of man cries out for other, larger worlds. 
Not any world, nor all the worlds can sate 
That quenchless thirst God only can appease, 
That breath divine into his nostrils breathed 
When the Almighty Parent gave him life. 

CXLIII 

I stood beneath the blazing dome of night; 
My spirit shrank within me at the sight ; 
I was as nothing, yea, the earth was lost 
In the still presence of that mighty host. 



142 Cbri6tU6 Dictor 

Yet heard I from the heavens a whisper fall; 
** Rejoice, O man, thy Father made them all; 
A child of God, thyself a god shalt be, 
Heir of the riches of infinity/' 

CXLIV 

Free through our Father's kingdom shall we roam, 
With treasure stored, against our coming home; 
Explore the labyrinth of worlds on high, 
Whose distant glory lights the starry sky ; 
And He will lead us o'er the glittering plain 
And show the wonders of His vast domain; 
Show us the works that He for us had wrought 
When we were living only in His thought. 
There will He show us fields for nobler strife 
And room for larger, ever larger life. 
So measureless His wealth, so great His might. 
That He could give us each an orb of light, 
A glorious world to rule, our own to call, 
And yet would have enough to spare tor all. 
Yet from the throne of His almighty power 
He stoops to paint the tiny wayside flower; 
In pity sees the little wounded bird 
Whose death-cry by no other ear is heard; 



Circle ot %ovc 143 

\nd on the trusting child-heart, meek and pure, 
Bis greater kingdom founds, forever to endure. 



CXLV 

Think not that love is feeble or supine, 
Or yields to wrong, or would at ease recline; 
Love is no sickly dotard bent with years, 
No blushing maiden melting into tears. 

Love is a mighty passion, and a flame 
No force can overpower, no conquest tame ; 
Love is all-strong to knit us man to man — 
Ah, when will Earth consent to Heaven's plan ? 

Unlike aught else in earth or sea or sky, 
Love must itself impart or wilt and die ; 
Love grows by giving, and is not content 
Unless for its beloved it is spent. 

Love is an angel whose awakening light 
Can rouse the darkest soul, sunk deep in night; 
Sent to refresh mankind so long oppressed, 
Love yet shall light the world, for love is best. 



144 Qbxietne IDtctor 

CXLVI 

Lofty the patriot's love of Fatherland, 
As on the battle-field with open arms 
He rushes on the foe in fierce embrace, 
And gathering to his heart a sheaf of spears. 
Exulting cries: '* Make way for liberty! ** 

CXLVII 

Strong are the bonds of friendship firm and tried, 
Soul answering soul in sweet communion true. 
See friend for friend upon the scaffold mount, 
Before the unsuspecting headsman kneel 
And, life for life resigning with a smile. 
Pay for his friend the last dread penalty. 

CXLVIII 

Royal the lover of his fellow-men 

Whose heart through pity springs the weak to aid. 

Though furious breakers wildly plunge and roar 

The life-boat bears him to yon shipwrecked crew, 

Lashed to the frozen rigging in despair ; 

A succor to the helpless, left alone, 

When from the stricken town the people fly 



Gtrcle ot Xove 145 

The pestilence, as leaves before the storm ; 
Moving among the wounded and the dead 
Where pity's angels raise the Red-Cross banner ; 
Self-exiled on the leper's lonely isle, 
Content with him to dwell, with him to die, 
If he may help him bear his hopeless lot ; 
A brother to the captive in his cell — 
Sick and in prison and disconsolate — 
Unknowing visits and consoles his Lord. 

CXLIX 

Ah, love and love alone at last will solve 

All the vast, threatening questions that distract 

Mankind; that fellow-men in strife array, 

And the whole world with fierce contentions rend. 

Still keep your idle millions under arms — 

Fed on the hard-earned substance of the poor — 

Still watch each other with keen jealousy. 

Still slaughter thousands on the field of war, 

Or strive with statesman's craft to arbitrate; 

Thread the sly mazes of diplomacy. 

Try communistic cures for every ill, 

And when all fails at last, for lack of love, 

Try love — the mightiest of the?n all — a7td win I 



146 flbCl0tU6 IDtCtOC 

CL 

Tender affections at the hearthstone dwell, 
Foregleams of heavenly bliss that hallow home. 
O gentle sister, thy sweet ministry 
Softens like angel's touch the couch of pain — 
What purer love has earth to show than thine! 
Wondrous the marvel and the spell of love 
That clothes the earth with new and tender light 
Shed from the halo round the loved one's brow 
And for the lover makes creation new. 
O wedded love, how like the echoes fly 
From heart to heart, unceasing to and fro, 
The pain, the joy, the rapture evermore: 
What magic this, of twain to make but one! 

CLI 

Stronger than death, or life, or death in life 
The mother true recks not of ease or pain 
So she may comfort and defend her child; 
Sure refuge this, when other there is none. 
O little arms that softly round her twine. 
Cling with your tendrils to this sacred tree 
That with perennial beauty ever blooms — 
We need no further go Heaven's peace to find. 



Circle ot %ovc 147 

O father, living over early days 

In boyish pastimes with thy first-born son, 

Thou knowest whether love be strong or no. 

O infant, smiling in thy father's arms, 

Lone rescued waif from the wild storm of death 

Engulfing mother, children, all save thee, 

Soft on his stricken heart a blessing lie — 

Night-blooming cereus in his midnight gloom — 

At early dawn of thy dear life. What more 

Of comfort for the past's dark mystery 

Could Heaven bestow to keep him from despair ? 



CLII 

The babe forlorn and motherless 

She laid upon her heart love-starved and lone ; 
Her soul went forth in each Caress^ 

Her wealth of love outpoured in every tone. 

When smiled the Spring with blithesome lays 
In flowery paths she led the little feet, 

And in the dark and stormy days 

Her fond y protecting arms made refuge sweet. 



148 Cbrietus Dlctor 

CLIII 

Such noble gleams of love our life adorn — 

So full of sordid care and hard routine — 

Like precious jewels in an iron crown. 

Behold the torch's flame, the patriot fires 

That burn where myriad heroes martyred fell, 

Lighting the path of Truth and Liberty; 

Behold the golden net of friendship wove 

From heart to heart, to earth's remotest bound; 

Behold the mother-love exhaustless flowing 

Where murmurous toilers with laborious drone, 

*Mid their sole summer's bloom, ere soon they die 

Garner rich stores to nourish young unborn; 

In wild beast lair, in hole of creeping thing. 

In tuneful nest whose joy o'erflows the wood, 

In countless homes of men, or high or lov/. 

Outpoured for helpless babes since time began; 

All pure and holy love of man or maid. 

Of father for his son, of prodigal 

For his lost home, of kith for kin, of man 

For fellow-man behold beneath the sun ; 

Yea, of blest spirits, of celestial hosts 

That fill the heavens with love's sweet melody. 

But what are these and all those untold powers 



fltrcle ot %ovc 149 

Of sacred love, save sparks from that great flame 
Which unconsumed, burns like a central sun 
With light too strong for our dull mortal sight; 
What but light ripples on that boundless sea 
Whose waters wrap the globe in their embrace 
And wash the shores of every distant isle; 
What but faint pulses of the mighty stream 
That flows forever from the heart of God 
All worlds to bathe, all souls to animate. 

CLIV 

Ah Lord, I fain would sing Thy praise 

But feeble is my voice; 
Yet when I dwell upon Thy love, 

How can I but rejoice ? 

I want no flickering candle flame 

To light my doubtful way; 
I want Thy love, the mighty sun 

Whose glory fills the day. 

Of all the splendors round Thy throne 

I see but scattered rays; 
Yet these, imperfect though my sight, 

Have gladdened all my days. 



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When on Thy breast my head I lay 

In Thy strong love secure, 
I care not how the tempests rave, 

They cannot long endure. 

When my cold winter feels the glow 

Of Thy resplendent beams, 
Immortal spring within me wakes 

And sunlight on me streams. 

CLV 

Do well thy part 

With hand and heart. 

Nor let dull care 

Thy spirit wear; 
And when thou feeFst how poor and weak thou art, 
Lean thou thy head on God's almighty heart. 

The fight is long, 

The foe is strong; 

Thy strength is small 

And fears appall; 
Fret not thyself to know how soon the strife will 

end. 
For thou may' St safely leave it all to God, thy 
Friend. 



Ibe 1ba6 flo os^etcv 151 

CLVI 



But are not mind and matter under law ? 
And is there not in sin a law that drags 
Us step by step to lower, darker depths 
Until we perish in the foul abyss ? 



CLVII 

He rules by law, His law is over all 

Who first appointed day and night. Who set 

The varied seasons in procession fair — 

The hope of spring, the summer*s life and joy, 

The fruit of autumn and the winter's cold — 

Who gave a restless longing to the tide 

That follows the bright moon from shore to shore, 

Led by the witching spell of her fair face. 



CLVIII 

We// 1 reca// the night 
Of that rare summer day ! 

A tender rosy /ight 

Caressed the ripp/ing hay j 



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The sunset splendor fell 
Athwart heaven s arches htghy 

Till like a vast sea-shell 
Transfigured rose the sky, 

Down from the opal height 
A pearl shone on the deep^ 

Hung on the breast of Night 
To grace her balmy sleep. 

The moonglade on the sea 
A dream of glory lay^ 

As if inviting me 

Along the glittering way. 

Why should the Queen of Night 
Reach out her silver wand 

And lay a path of light 
To me upon the sand 2 

Would she her secret show ? 

Am I her chosen one ? 
Why follow where I go? 

Am I heaven s favored son ? 



Ibe tbne mo flBaeter 153 

J^(?o/, on whatever distant strand 

The moon this night a man shall meety 

To him she points her mystic wand 
And lays a pathway to his feet. 

There 's light and love in Heaven' s rich store 
For every man^ on every shore. 

CLIX 

The cyclone and tornado that we fear 
Are but the eddies of the constant winds, 
Those currents vast, those great aerial tides 
That flow by God's command from zone to zone; 
Laden with blessing for the thirsty land. 
By His great power all forces interchange, 
One universal force of many forms. 
Even of one substance all the elements 
That build the solid earth and all thereon, 
Emblem and effluence of His unity. 
By His deep thought the electric current runs 
To move a million wheels at man's behest, 
From motion unto heat, from heat to light — 
Fierce heat of tropic suns ere man appeared; 
Light born of light of long primeval days. 
Deep hidden till man's need should call it forth 



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From sunless caverns, black with ancient gloom. 
At His command the elements, in haste, 
Each with its own affinity, combine 
In countless forms of order and of grace : 
The smooth-cut crystal, and the spiral shell. 
Bird-plumage, and the blushing flower of spring, 
The tinted autumn leaf, the snowy wreath, 
The ice-storm's pure transfiguration robe — 
He to each atom gives relentless law. 



CLX 

God rules by law, but law can never bind 
His sovereign power, or to His will set bounds 
Who made the worlds, and called us from the dust. 
He has no master^ law is not His lord^ 
' Tis but the record of His wa}\ the path 
Made by His footsteps through the universe. 
Untrammelled and alone His way He takes — 
And who shall say His path He may not choose ? — 
While Nature with her wondrous processes 
And inarticulate speech in myriad tongues — 
Unutterable longings — strives in vain 
Her homage to her august Ruler to proclaim. 



jfeare anO SbaDowe 155 

CLXI 

He whose slow movements look to our dull eyes — 

Which cannot see beyond this transient phase 

In the vast cycles of Creative Thought — 

Like changeless laws, inexorably fixed, 

Sole Legislator is, the Primal Cause 

Of all the stately order of the world ; 

Sole Legislator and Executive. 

CLXII 

He who created heavenly orbs to roll 
In paths, marked out by His almighty hand, 
That will not let them swerve from age to age ; 
Who moves the hearts of men to will and do — 
While mind, unknowing, follows His deep law — 
By law He rules, but of it all the soul. 
The reason, motive, aim and end is love; 
For man's eternal good His laws were made — 
To save one soul He would annul them all. 

CLXII ^ 

I dreamed that God had slain His child. 
That to the void of chaos wild 



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The helpless spirit He had tossed ; 
All hope and life forever lost: 
A soul, of God*s own soul a part, 
Cast out forever from His heart! 

I dreamed that God in vast remorse 
Sat looking at that little corse 
Which slowly faded out of sight, 
Lost in the abyss of endless night. 
Horror — ! *T was His own life He took, 
While throe on throe creation shook. 

Disturbed, I slept and dreamed again 
Of multitudes of struggling men 
Overwhelmed in quicksands, and the sea 
Broke fierce upon their misery. 
While a Voice mocked them from the shore 
I made you free, I can no more! 

From fears and shadows I awoke. 

As in my ear an angel spoke: 

Fear not the terrors of the night. 

And whispered, God is Love, and Light: 

Nor shall His purpose know defeat, 

Nor failure cloud the Mercy-Seat. 



Vie ^eDtcatris 157 

CLXII d 

Wouldst God malign! Or dar'st thou say 
This sin-blind soul so far can stray, 
So far — dread thought — from God may slide, 
That nothingness its end shall hide: 
Down, down sin's ever steepening slope, 
Till Night's vast chasm engulf all hope ! 

It may not be, it may not be, 
God hath responsibility — 
His breath awoke us from the dust. 
His life is ours, and live we must; 
His might His children will defend. 
Nor let disaster blight our end: 
He who pronounced creation good 
Must vindicate His Fatherhood. 

Still in our flesh there dwells a power, 
A precious boon, a priceless dower. 
On man and beast alike bestowed. 
On lowliest flower beside the road. 
Vouchsafed of Heaven to ease our pain 
And shield us all from deadly bane; 



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Whereby our Mother Nature strives, 
With loving touch to guard our lives — 
Though faint from wounds, though sorely hurt- 
By her protecting arms engirt. 

Beyond the shadows of that bourne 
Before whose silent gates we mourn, 
A new and wonderful surprise 
Awaits our dull, our earth-bound eyes, 
Which, cleared of earthly mist, shall see 
The soul's undreamed anatomy. 
Whose vigor and immortal glow 
Sin-scar, sin-dwarfing shall outgrow. 

Then shall our spirits, freed by fire. 

Sweep Heavenward, urged by vast desire, 

And, as our cerements drift afar, 

Shine forth, kissed by the morning-star. 

A feeble embryo here on earth 

Shall in that vital air have birth, 

A mighty force, from weakness here, 

In majesty shall there appear — 

A heavenly power to make us whole, 

Fis medicatrix of the soul. 



Clearer Vieion 159 

O Good Physician, wake this dormant power! 
Heal me! I fain would know, even now, my souFs 
rich dower. 

CLXII c 

Not always gradual is our upward way 
From darkling shadows to the realm of day. 
The soul too earth-worn mountain steeps to climb 
May rush on eagle's wings to heights sublime; 
For there be wonders of the life to come, 
Whereat our vaunted wisdom shall stand dumb, 
Our close-knit systems shrivel in the light 
That streams forthflaming of the Spirit's might, 
Which bloweth wheresoever it listeth, free — 
The zephyr's breath, the cyclone's energy. 

Spurning the cone-bound circle and ellipse. 
The freed parabola from prison slips ; 
On vast, extended pinion seeks the skies, 
In growth, eternal growth, exulting flies. 

CLXII d 

When Saul of Tarsus faced the light 
That smote him blind of earthly sight, 



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His soul to clearer vision woke, 
Stirred by the gracious Voice that spoke. 

So, when earth's dream of sin is pasty 
This sin-blind soul shall wake at last 
To see the One he long hath spurned, 
Whose clinging love for him hath yearned, 

And, torn with agony of shame. 
Shall call with rapture on the name 
Of Him he never knew before. 
And, seeing clearly, shall adore, 

CLXII e 

My heart is filled with pent-up fire, 

I feel a strange, a fierce desire ; 

Within me stirs an urgent flame, 

I burn ; my heart I cannot tame ! 

Oh, that some hand might give release, 

Oh, that my prison-life might cease ! 

Deep buried in eternal night, 

Whose touch, ah, whose, shall give me light ? 

So cried the cobble men disdain. 

So cries the human soul in pain. 



Blmlgbti^ %ovc ie at tbe Ijelm i6i 

The cobble in the pavement lay ; 

Over it rumbling, day by day, 

The jarring traffic, ebbed and flowed, 

Hard crunched the geode each passing load ; 

Till, bruised, as rubbish thrown aside, 

A student's eye its worth descried. 

With hammer deft its shell he broke 

When, lo, its heart of beauty woke ! 

Rich treasure-house of gems whose sheen 

For countless ages lay unseen ; 

Wee fairy grot, stalactite maze 

Aglow with iris-tinted rays — 

Lost fragment of the city fair 

The seer of Patmos saw in air ! 

Oh, brothers, will ye dare to say 
The darkest soul is castaway ? 
Ye know not when a Hand Divine 
Shall bid its wealth of crystal shine. 
Its earth-worn prison house shall break, 
Its darkness unto glory wake ! 

CLXIII 

He who each atom guards so jealously 
That in great Nature's ever changing forms 



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No particle is lost, no waste is made 

Of her stupendous energy, who hears 

The hungry raven's cry for food, who sees 

Each little sparrow as it falls, who clothes 

The lilies of the field in regal hues; 

Will surely never let a precious soul — 

Breath of His breath, life of His life — drift off 

Into eternal night, beyond His reach, 

In self-wrought ruin wrecked, an utter loss; 

Will not permit the will of man to thwart 

His will supreme, nor let another sit 

Upon His throne, and the dark powers of Hell 

And anarchy usurp His government. 

CLXIV 

'T is but a spectral phantom of the night; 
There is no room for two, God fiUeth all. 
Evil is not God's rival, *t is His slave 
Who yet shall serve Him, though he now rebel 
Fear not, Almighty Love is at the helm ! 

CLXV 

We may be fellow-laborers with God, 

But 't is of grace He lets us work with Him, 



(3oD l6 a Spirit 163 

That of His joy a foretaste we may know. 
Slight need has He that any human hand 
Should steady, with presumptuous touch, the Ark — 
The golden Ark that bears man's destiny — 
Upon its journey toward His Holy Place 
Whither, in serried ranks, the generations march. 

CLXVI 

God is a Spirit; they that worship Him 

Must worship Him in spirit and in truth. 

Nor dwelleth He in temples made with hands; 

God is a Spirit; He enfolds the world 

In His embrace as flows the atmosphere 

Around the earth, submerging all thereon 

In viewless waves. In Him we live and move 

As in the all-pervading air. In Him 

We have our being and He is not far 

From every one of us; more intimate, 

More necessary than the air we breathe. 

And of one blood all nations hath He made, 

Whose times, whose habitations and whose bounds 

He hath before determined and appointed — 

Mankind the offspring of Almighty God! 

Nor doth His Spirit brood the earth alone ; 



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If we on eagle wings of thought ascend 

The ethereal heights of heaven, awe-stricken, lost 

Amid the mighty maze, lo, God is there 

And like the subtile ether bathes all worlds, 

Overflowing boundless interstellar voids. 

If, fleeing Him, we make our bed in Hell, 

There too is God; even there through all the gloom 

His sunrise breaks to herald coming day! 

We have no measure for Him, time is naught 

And space too small, our thought He doth elude; 

When we would give Him highest praise, and call 

Him Light and Love, we stumble in our night, 

Lisping faint echoes only of His name. 

CLXVII 

Of Him, and to and through Him, all things are; 
He fills the earth, the sea, the air with forms 
In number infinite, a countless host; 
He, from His treasury, with generous hand 
His boundless riches scatters far and wide; 
He peoples ocean deeps and forest wilds, 
The solitude, and busy haunts of men 
With teeming life, in vast profusion poured 
From His exhaustless fount in swelling floods 



•River of %itc 165 

From year to year, great Source and Goal of Life! 

Endless diversity, each life a thought 

Of God, unique, incarnate thought divine ! 

How precious are Thy thoughts to me, O God, 

How great the sum of them! If I should count, 

Behold, they are more in number than the sand! 

Vast evolution of revolving worlds, 

Endless procession of the centuries, 

The rise and fall of races and of empires, 

All men, all things, all movements, all events 

Shew forth the varied phases of His thought — 

At one in the vast sweep of His design — 

All tributary to the stream^ that flows 

From age to age His purpose to fulfil. 

To us that stream meanders, sluggish, slow. 

With many an eddying pool and backward turn; 

To His clear sight, through His unwasting years, 

To swell the waters of Unfathomed Love, 

A mighty river rushes to the sea. 

Sprung from the depths of His majestic unity. 

CLXVIII 

*T is but His hand that doth encompass us. 
Hid in the hollow of that fostering palm, 



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Like precious pearls the glowing planets lie, 
And with them burning suns as diamonds flash. 
These, from His hand let slip, roll forth to shine 
In starry halo circling round His head, 
And like a garment wove of light down-sweeping — 
Rich fiery gems inwrought with regal splendor — 
Veiling with light the Light Ineffable, 
Forth from His feet they flow, a mystic stream — 
Each glistening drop a sun, each wave a system — 
Spray-dust of worlds tossed by the mighty current, 
River of Life, resistless and sublime. 
Voices of many waters uttering praise. 



CLXIX 

O Love Supreme^ wilt Thou not speak 
In tones that we can understand, 
A fid lead us by Thy guiding hand? 

Unaided^ Thee we vainly seek. 



CLXX 

Rend Thou the heavens and hasten down, 
Bring light where lowers Fate's darksome frown, 



Ubat TRUe jfBil^bt See 1)16 jface 167 

Show man the heights from whence he came, 
Confuse his evil thoughts with shame. 
Unveil Thy face in dazzling splendor hid, 

O Thou whom all the happy heavens adore. 
Come dwell the sufferers of earth amid, 

Come heal the hearts of men with travail sore. 
Almighty One, draw nearer to our race 
And by some new disclosure of Thy grace 
Reveal to troubled man Thine unknown face. 



CLXXI 

He for us men, to share our toil and pain 
And grief, and lead us to immortal joy, 
Dwelt in our flesh that we might see His face; 
And that dread Face on which no mortal man 
Could look and live, before whose searching light 
The earth and heaven fled and there was found 
No place for them, that face, veiled in our flesh, 
Veiled as the sun's fierce splendor in the moon, 
The moonlight in the placid ocean's gleam, 
So full of grace and help and brotherhood, 
Shall draw us to Himself until all men 
In every clime, shall seek and find their Lord. 



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CLXXII 

How strong art Thou, great Son of God ? 

Canst Thou bid sin^s wild tumult cease? 
Canst Thou destroy oppression's rod 

And lead the nations forth in peace ? 

Great Son of God, art Thou so strong 
That we may safely cling to Thee 

Assured, though troubles round us throng, 
Thy triumph we at last shall see ? 

Great Son of God, art Thou so strong 

Thou over all wilt Victor be. 
Leading behind Thee Death and Wrong, 

Spoils of Thy mighty victory ? 

Canst Thou with life's dark evils cope ? 

Dost Thou our fears and sorrows know ? 
Canst Thou fulfil immortal hope; 

Or must we to some other go ? 

To whom, to whom then shall we turn ? 

Whose hand shall point our homeward way ? 
What other friendly beacons burn 

With light to guide us to the day ? 



3Bencatb 1)16 aSurDen JBent 169 

Thou art the Bread that feeds the soul, 
On Thee alone our hearts are stayed; 

Through all the maze Thou art the Goal, 
'Mid all the clamor undismayed. 



CLXXII^ 

Thou who the wrath of man didst bear 

And meekly his reviling took; 
Who would his pain and sorrow share 

When cruel he his Friend forsook, 
Tell me what wondrous recompense Thy love will 

give 
To one who would not suffer Thee with him to 
live ! 

CLXXII b 

Beneath His burden bent^ 
With shame and woe forspent^ 

The Lord of all 

To earth did fall — 
Faint on the road to Calvary, 



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Ah^ who unmoved can see 
The Saviour' s misery^ 

Crushed by that load 

Upon the road — 
The cruel road to Calvary ? 
And is there none who dare 
That heavy burden share 

With Him who bore^ 

In anguish sore, 
The Cross for all to Calvary ? 

Son of Cyrene^ thou 

Thy stalwart back didst bow 

And win renown. 

The ages down, 
Upon the road to Calvary ! 
CLXXIII 

O Desire of every nation, 

Canst Thou lead me to the goal ? 
Hast Thou truth's clear revelation ? 

Hast Thou quiet for my soul ? 
For Thy rest my heart is yearning, 

Make my peace and joy complete; 
Meekly of my Teacher learning, 

See me waiting at Thy feet. 



Sbow {Tbg TlHla^ to IPlctori^ 171 

Mighty Saviour, Elder Brother, 

Draw me nearer, nearer Thee; 
Be my Guide, I have no other, 

Lead to perfect liberty. 

Give me of Thy heavenly treasure, 

Let me Thy great glory see, 
Heir of triumph without measure, 

Show Thy way to victory ! 

CLXXIV 

Is it a mighty, rushing wind 

Whose hurried breath I feel ? 
Do echoes of the thunder deep 

Roll nearer, peal on peal ? 
The Spirit of Almighty God 

I thought, swept quickly by; 
Great Messenger of Love to man 

With blessings from on high. 

The serried hosts of Heaven are hushed 

In awe, with one accord 
They all expectant wait to hear 

The answer of their Lord, 
That with a greater joy makes glad 

The realms of heavenly bliss 



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And lights with Hope's angelic smile 
Earth^s sorrow, sin's abyss. 

CLXXV 

And then upon my ear there fell a Voice 
So full of sympathy it seemed to bear 
The woes of all the ages in its heart. 
About the Voice of Majesty there clung 
And blossomed tones of infinite desire, 
Sweeter than if all voices that I love 
In one loved song their tendrils intertwined, 
Yet strong to bear the weight of sin, of grief 
Yea, the stupendous burden of the world. 
Breathless I heard, and hung upon that Voice 
As clings the trembling vine upon the oak 
That wrestles with the whirlwind and the night. 

CLXXVI 

" Crucified in shame and anguish. 
Left in mortal pain to languish. 

Broken-hearted and alone; 
Powers of evil overtook me, 
God Himself, I thought, forsook me, 

Darkness gathered round His throne. 

Angels Chanting: ''''Miserere^ miserere!'*'' 



2)ar^ne60 at tbe Cross 173 

** Then, like billows o'er me breaking, 
While the earth with fear was shaking, 

All the sorrows of the world 
Filled my heart to overflowing; 
And the tempest, fiercely blowing, 

On my head its fury hurled. 

Angels Chanting: ^*' Miserere y miserere /^^ 

** In the darkness round me fluttered 
Frightful forms that wildly uttered 

Cries that smote me with dismay; 
Cries from all the world, bewailing 
Every woe mankind assailing. 

Rose from out the vast array. 

Angels Chanting: ""^ Miserere ^ miserere!^'* 

** Cries of scorn my love denying, 
Cries of hate my love defying, 

Cries of terror, loss and pain; 
Man, his brother man tormenting, 
Crafty malice unrelenting. 

Captives galled with slavery's chain. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miser ere^ miserere /^^ 



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•* Ignorance and degradation, 
Darkness veiling every nation, 

With a hideous night-wove shroud; 
Grovelling shapes of superstition 
Hostile to my heavenly mission, 

Hissing imprecations loud. 

Angels Chanting: ^'' Miserere^ miserere / "^^ 

** Might o'er right and truth prevailing. 
Brutal force the weak assailing, 

Who for mercy beg in vain; 
Base assassins darkly creeping 
On unconscious victims, sleeping 

Nevermore to wake again. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere^ miserere / ^^ 

** Widowed hearts in anguish crying 
For their lost ones, dead or dying 

Where no human help can save; 
Empty arms their darlings missing, 
Mothers their dead infants kissing 

Ere they give them to the grave. 

Angels Chanting: ''Miserere, miserere /^^ 



Barftneea at tbe Cro96 175 

** Outcast, desolate, neglected, 
Fatherless and unprotected. 

Homeless children vainly plead; 
None my little ones to cherish, 
Sold in dens of shame to perish, 

Ruined by inhuman greed. 

Angels Chanting : * ' Miserere^ miserere t " 

"Vampire Greed, insatiate, strangling, 
In its loathsome wings entangling, 

Slowly smothering, young and old; 
On the poor and helpless battening, 
On the blood of infants fattening 

Slain to sate its lust for gold. 

Angels Chanting; ''^ Miserere^ miserere /^^ 

'* Nations bought and sold like cattle, 
Horrors of the siege and battle 

Counted naught, so Greed may live; 
Manhood crushed and Freedom harried, 
Virtue to Oppression married. 
Forced her hand for gold to give. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere^ miserere /^^ 



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** War, the wide world desolating, 
Home and honor desecrating, 

Fierce ambition's tyranny; 
Women's tears in terror flowing. 
Helpless babes no mercy knowing, 

Massacre and infamy. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere, miserere t^^ 

'* Ruthless hands with slaughter reeking, 
Ravished Night aghast and shrieking, 

Lurid flames athwart the sky; 
'Neath the sword the helpless sinking, 
Loathing Earth their life-blood drinking, 
Loud and long their bitter cry. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere , miserere /^^ 

** Plague and Famine, grimly stalking, 
Hand in hand together walking 

Like twin spectres through the lands; 
Stricken men like dead leaves falling, 
Loud for bread, for succor calling. 

Reaching out weak, helpless hands. 

Angels Chanting: ^'' Miserere, miserere /^^ - 



Darftneaa at tbe Ccoaa 177 

•* Sotted men, by man's temptation 
Lured to lower degradation 

Till they grovel in the mire; 
By the still's dread serpent bitten, 
With infernal frenzy smitten, 

Every vein aflame with fire. 

Angels Chanting; ^^ Miserere^ miserere f^ 



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Sin, a silver voice alluring, 
New delights, new joys assuring. 

Gay with gladsome revelry; 
With her harlot-smile essaying 
Man to conquer, while betraying 

With beguiling devilry. 

Angels Chanting: ''''Miserere^ miserere /^^ 



" Sin, a stealthy serpent hiding, 
In low ambush lurking, gliding 

On the unsuspecting prey; 
In whose tightening folds entangled. 
Vitals crushed and carcass mangled, 

Hope and courage ebb away. 

Angels Chanting: ''^ Miserere^ miserere /^^ 



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" Sin, a sore disease attacking— 
With slow mutilation racking — 

Man's divinely moulded shape; 
Limb by limb its poison blighting, 
Man its dread advances fighting, 

Dazed and hopeless of escape. 

Angels Chanting: ^'- Miserere^ miserere t'*'* 

'* Sin, a ravening monster prowling, 
For new victims ever howling ^ — 

What foul demon gave it birth ! — 
Sin, a whelming flood overflowing 
Every bulwark, wildly strewing 

Wreck and ruin through the earth. 

Angels Chanting: ''''Miserere,, miserere I "^"^ 

** Sin's mad folly unrepented, 
Men by sin and woe demented, 

Reason driven from her throne; 
All the world sin-sick and dying, 
Man his Maker's will defying 
Who shall man with God atone ? 

Angels Chanting: ^''Miserere,, miserere!"*^ 



is>av\{nc66 at tbe Crosa 179 

Sent to carry consolation 

To mine own down-trodden nation 

Whom in tender love I sought; 
Promised long and long expected, 
Spit upon, despised, rejected, 

All my travail set at nought 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere^ miserere / ^^ 

Crowned a king with ribald mocking, 
Dragged through crowds like vultures flocking, 

Doomed with sinners to be slain; 
Love's supremest revelation. 
Love's eternal consummation, 

Spurned by Gentiles with disdain. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere^ miserere /^^ 

Deeper than the thorn's incision 
Sank the mocking crowd's derision 

And the scoffer's fiery dart; 
Fiercer than the rough nails crushing 
Through my flesh, upon me rushing 

Cruel hatred pierced my heart. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Miserere^ miserere /^^ 



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*' For the world my blood was flowing, 
Love to all the ages showing, 

For the world and nothing less; 
Should my love be thus defeated. 
Should my work be ne'er completed, 

Should my sorrows fail to bless ? 

Angels Chanting: '''' Miserere ^ miserere I '*'* 

" Should man's direful need o'erpower me, 
Should the jaws of night devour me 

Where vast, formless terrors loom ? 
Deeper, deadlier, drifting, drifting, 
Naught of light the blackness rifting, 

Fell impenetrable gloom. 

Angels Chanting: ""^ Miserere^ miserere!'*'* 

" Crushed by sin, for sinners bleeding, 
Hopeless love for sinners pleading 

Met man's last great enemy ; 
Torn by grief, forspent with wonder, 
By my passion rent asunder, 

Broke my heart in agony. 

Angels Chanting: *''' Miserere^ miserere! *' 



Cbou Bll nations Sbalt ITnberit i8i 

* Why, my God, hast Thou forsaken 
And Thy succor from me taken; 

Why in darkness hid Thy face ? — 
Then from glory swift descending 
And in pity o*er me bending, 

Love Almighty sought me there; 
Clasped me close, death-stricken, shrinking, 
All my senses fainting, sinking 

In the stupor of despair; 
And at once I was victorious, 
Strengthened by a vision glorious; 

Vision of triumphant grace. 

Angels Chanting : " A lleluia^ alleluia I " 

* * Thou all nations shalt inherit,* 
Spake the Comforter, the Spirit, 

* And Thou shalt not die in vain. 
Precious seed Thy blood shall nourish, 
Till o'er all the earth shall flourish 

Harvests ripe with golden grain. 

Angels Chanting : " /^ lleluia^ alleluia I '* 

** * When Thy travail shall be over, 
Thou, man's changeless Friend and Lover, 
Shalt be fully satisfied. 



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Nevermore shall aught defeat Thee, 

God in glory soon shall greet Thee, 

Thee His Son, so sorely tried/ 

Angels Chanting : " A lleluia, alleluia ! " 

** Then, ah, then my sorrows ended, 
As to God my cry ascended: 

* It is finished,' and I died. 
And a pang of consternation 
And a trembling, seized creation, 
Palpitating deep and wide. 

Angels Chanting: '•^ Miserere^ miserere I ^^ 

" And Death sheathed his sword and cried 
* I surrender, Galilean; 
Though I smote Thee sore, Thy paean 

Soon with joy shall fill the skies. 
Thou art Master, more than mortal. 
Though, betrayed, to me they sold Thee, 

I, defeated, shall behold Thee 
Through my stronghold's broken portal 

Lord of Life and Death arise.' 

Angels Chanting : " ^ lleluia^ alleluia I " 



C^bou ail IPlatlons Sbalt IFnbertt 183 

From afar, with malediction, 
Sin beheld my crucifixion, 

Read therein impending doom. 
Fled with muttered imprecations, 
Sowing discord through the nations, 

Breeding terror, blight and gloom. 

Angels Chanting: ''^ Miserere^ miserere /^^ 

Cup of sorrows fiercely blended, 
In my Father's hand extended, 
Deep in mortal anguish sunken, 
I the bitter dregs have drunken 

Man to lead to God his Home; 
Day of shame, with terror crowded. 
Day of dread, in darkness shrouded, 
There obedient love and meekness 
Found, through seeming loss and weakness, 
Found for man love's hidden treasure, 
Love's deep mystery did measure; 
Love's full stream no limits knowing. 
From my cross forever flowing. 
Prayer of all the ages granting, 
Deathless seed of promise planting, 

I the world have overcome. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Alleluia ^ alleluia !'*'* 



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*' Long the conflict will be raging, 
Powers of Heaven and Earth engaging, 

But the end is fixed and sure; 
Powers of evil in alliance, 
Hurl at me their fierce defiance, 

But my kingdom shall endure. 

Angels Chanting : " A lleluia^ alleluia / " 



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I upon my heart have taken 

All the world with conflict shaken, 

Hurt by sin, by grief oppressed; 
Ye who heavy burdens carry. 
Come, I love you, do not tarry, 

Come and I will give you rest. 

Angels Chanting; ^^ Alleluia ^ alleluia I '^^ 



** All the hosts that never knew me, 
E'en the foes that mocked and slew me, 

I will draw all men to me; 
Men and spirits in commotion — 
Like the tide-swept, moon-led ocean — 

Drawn by love to Calvary. 

Angels Chanting : ''Alleluia^ alleluia / " 



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** I to Hades have descended 
And the imprisoned souls befriended. 

Bearing hope of liberty; 
There my right as Victor claiming, 
Wrath and sin and terror taming — 

Hades — moved — shall flee to me. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Alleluia ^alleluia I ''^ 

** Every fetter shall be broken; 
In my cross behold the token 

And the pledge of liberty; 
I will banish all oppression 
Till, throughout my vast possession 

Every creature shall be free. 

Angels Chanting: '''' Alleluia^ alleluia /^^ 

*' Sin its victims shall surrender, 
I will be their strong defender, 

I my healing will impart; 
Cruel death no more shall sever, 
Sorrow's reign shall cease forever. 

I will comfort every heart. 

Angels Chanting: ''''Alleluia^ alleluia/''^ 



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** Death, once like a despot seated, 
I have challenged and defeated, 

Overturned the tyrant's throne; 
And the shadow has been lifted. 
Clouds of night with glory rifted — 

In thick darkness light is sown. 

Angels Chanting: ^'' Alleluia ^alleluia!'''' 

** Lo, the light of hope is breaking, 
Myriads from their slumber waking, 

It shall cheer all souls at last; 
Hope unfailing, never ending. 
Light into the darkness sending. 

Till the troubled night is past 

Angels Chanting: ''^Alleluia, alleluia!'''' 

** Then my peace forever flowing. 
Like the south wind softly blowing, 

Calling forth the joy of spring; 
To all hearts with conflict weary. 
Worn with care and labors dreary, 
Everlasting rest shall bring. 

Angels Chanting: '■''Alleluia^ alleluia/^* 



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'^' Offspring of celestial fountains 
In the everlasting mountains, 

Truth shall flow, a gladdening stream; 
With its flood of living waters 
To refresh earth's sons and daughters 
And from Error's rule redeem. 

Angels Chanting : ' M lleluia , alleluia I " 

** Then transcendent in her beauty, 
Faithful long to love and duty, 

I shall clasp my Church, my Bride. 
Then the lone and disappointed, 
Sought for by the Lord's Anointed, 

Shall at last be satisfied. 

Angels Chanting: ''^ Alleluia^ alleluia!'''' 

* Then unto my Father bringing 
All His children, glad and singing, 

They His glorious face shall see; 
In love-marshalled hosts before Him 
All the nations shall adore Him, 

Strong in life and liberty. 

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** Let this vision ever cheer thee, 
Tell the nations, let them hear thee, 

Every soul to me is dear; 
Tell to all mankind the story — 
Wouldst thou haste the coming glory^ 

Bear good tidings far and near. 

Angels Chanting: '' Alleluia^ alleluia / ^^ 

** Bear my word to every creature; 
I will be thy Guide and Teacher, 

Keeping ever at thy side; 
Let no doubt thy faith diminish, 
I my work will surely finish. 

Bid thy heart my time abide. 

Angels Chanting: ^^Alleluza^ alleluia /^^ 

** See the waiting hosts that need thee. 
Come, Beloved, I will lead thee, 

Love is conquering the world; 
Give thyself, thyself unheeding, 
For thy brother toiling, bleeding 

Where my banner is unfurled. 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Alleluia^ alleluia ! '''* 



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" Have thou courage, do not falter, 
God his purpose will not alter, 

Let thy heart be undismayed; 
Death from his pale horse unseated, 
Hell destroyed and sin defeated, 
Love triumphant, joy completed, 

God by all shall be obeyed." 

Angels Chanting: ^^ Alleluia^ alleluia i"^"* 

CLXXVII 

Like organ tones that with majestic roll 

And deep reverberation stir the soul, 

The listener's weary heart with rapture fill. 

Until with heavenly peace its pulses thrill; 

That lift the thoughts above the sordid strife 

And call to loftier, fairer, holier life — 

That voice through all my being surged and swelled 

And restless doubt and fear forever quelled. 

The very air was tremulous with joy, 

No anxious thoughts could vex, no cares annoy; 

And when the last sweet strains had died away 

The heavens and earth were bright with coming 

day. 
Deep in my heart responsive echoes rang. 
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CLXXVIII 

Lord of my waiting soul, Thou Saviour dear, 
Why should I longer doubt, what shall I fear ? 
Come dwell with me, forever be my guest, 
That I may share Thy toil and know Thy rest. 
Thou showest me a foregleam of the day. 
To cheer my drooping heart and light my way. 
Even though the path I cannot plainly see, 
Through the drear wilderness I follow Thee. 
Thou every erring step wilt guide aright 
Till night is gone and I behold the light. 

CLXXIX 

And then a sound of triumph I could hear 

Ring through the air around me far and near. 

As if from Earth's vast multitudes a cry 

Of joy arose and rent the echoing sky; 

Innumerable voices from above 

Hailing the victory of Almighty Love; 

Voices of loved and lost ones gone before, 

Of countless hosts that walk the earth no more, 

Of spirits shining with celestial light. 

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Chanting the praises of their risen Lord, 
Worthy by Heaven and Earth to be adored—- 

CLXXX 

Slain by the Son of God All-glorious 
Over our ancient foes victorious, 
Evil shall die, and man at last be free, 
Crowned with the joy of his high destiny. 
Then shall the mighty outspread arms of JLove, 
Down-reaching from our Father's home above, 
Embrace a universe redeemed from sin 
And gather all His long-lost children in. 
To unimagined heights of glory led, 
To powers unknown attaining, like our Head, 
Like Him, mankind at one with God shall be, 
God all in all, oh wondrous unity ! 
Forever then shall darkness flee away 
Before the glories of triumphant Day; 
Storm shall be past and every discord cease 
And man shall walk with God in endless peace. 



EPILOGUE 

The song is done. Would I could nobler praise 
Waft to Thy love-built throne, Ancient of Days ! 
Would I could lay, O Christ, at Thy dear feet 
Gifts, for the Son of Man's adorning meet; 
Yet, when these faltering lips are silent dust. 
Some sweeter, Heaven-born singer shall, I trust. 
With eyes aglow, facing the Morning Star, 
Awe-thrilled at sight of the Dayspring's triumph- 
car — 
Stress of Thy weary travail near its close — 
Might of Thy love disarming all Thy foes — 
The cry of battle stilled, the ages ripe 
Through struggles vast, approaching Thy fair 

type- 
Shall with strange music never heard before. 
Sweeter than bird-song, deeper than ocean's roar, 
With heart aflame, swept by seraphic fire, 
With hands that, flying, thrill the ecstatic wire, 
In loftier, raptured measures praising Thee, 
Herald Thy universal Victory ! 

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I. — Loud storms the tempest, heaven is black with 

rage ........ i 

II. — What is this that sits beside me ! . . .2 

III. — O grisly phantom of a man .... 3 

IV. — Why shrink away from this grim skeleton ? . 6 

V. — This framework of a man with tension strong 6 

VI. — See where the swelling muscles next were placed 7 
VII. — Through every part 

A labyrinthic network winds, like some . . 7 
VIII. — The whole with art divine 

Is rounded to the matchless form of man . 8 

IX. — Ah, who can tell the marvels of the eye . . 8 
X. — Hark how the song of birds, 

The merry laughter or the cry of pain . . g 
XI. — Here sounds the voice, that peerless instrument 9 
XII. — High over all, the brain, thought's mighty vassal 10 
XIII. — Before such lavish beauty of design . . 10 
XIV. — New wonders crowding thick on every side . 1 1 
XV. — They judge not rightly who, the husk earth- 
stained ....... 12 

XVI. — What man soe'er I chance to see . . .12 

XVIL— Hold back thy hand 15 

XVIII. — Suppose a kindly word of mine . . .18 

XIX. — See where the sun, in fiery splendor sinking . 19 

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XX. — How dream-like and unstable is the form 
XXI. — 'T is certain thou must die, and even now 
XXII. — Why dost thou drive me so, insatiate one 
XXIII. — The savage bending o'er a pool . 
XXIII a, — Why dost thou glare so fierce? . 
XXIII b. — A faint, delicious odor ! Whence, ah, 
whence ...... 

XXIII c. — From night's lone realms I woke to hear 
XXIII ^. — What is it makes thee pensive. Spring? 
XXIII e. — Hid in the chrysalis, this grovelling worm 
XXIV. — A tomb was built of massive stones . 

XXV. — From mystic polar glaciers torn . 
XXVI. — I sought a lake among the peaceful hills 
XXVII. — Within the egg, with deftly folded wing 
XXVIII. — Do you remember, Love, the day 
XXIX. — Along the beach dead shells lie strewn, cast 

off 

XXX. — As once I strolled beside the sun-lit: sea 
XXX «.— O Brother Quail .... 

XXXI. — Low hung the sky, and gray and chill 
XXXII. — Lo, the great earth itself with gradual 
change ...... 

XXXIII.— O Mother Earth, who dost our spirits 
clothe ...... 

XXXIV. — See, in that rock-hewn garden sepulchre 
XXXIV «. — They tell me that my Lord is dead 
XXXV. — Emancipator of the slaves of fear 
XXXVI.— Hail Victor, First-born from the dead ! 
XXXVII. — What powers now vaguely felt with longing 
deep ...... 

XXXVIII. -Wait, my Beloved, wait . . 
XXXIX. — Was it an answer to my cry 

XL. — From some commanding height that rears 
its crest ...... 

XLI. — Did early hope ..... 

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XLIII. — Sleep, child of my love, Mother watches thy 

slumber ....... 52 

XLIV. — How tenderly doth mother-love embrace . 53 

XLV. — What splendors on my soul will break . . 53 

XLVI. — Soul, in thy Father's home the skies are fair . 55 

XLVII. — What joy to know the great of centuries past . 55 

XLVIII. — No more these warriors lead their fellow-men . 56 

XLIX. — And these who scoffed at Heaven and holy 

things ....... 56 

L. — No more these sages in their nightly watch . 57 

LI. — These dauntless souls who, loyal to their Lord 57 



LII. — Lovers of truth and man no more despair 
LIII. — And these who in each soul, howe'er defiled 



LIV. — No more with patient toil these scholars trace 58 



LV. — And these rapt lovers of the Heart of Things 
LVI. — These others who, though lowly, still were 
true ....... 

LVIL — Ah, not in slothful ease shall we recline 
LVIII. — It may be God has some far-reaching plan 



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LX, — Dewdrops twinkling in the sun 
LXI. — Softly a summer breeze begins to blow 
LXII. — What raptured chords like floating incense 
rise ....... 

LXIII. — W^hat joy for us, with evil once oppressed 
LXIV. — These come in haste, as flies the eager dove 
LXV. — These grope in darkness with dull, blinded 
eyes ....... 

LXVI. — These, footsore and with travel worn, retrace 
LXVII. — Behold this vast, innumerable host 
XLVIII. — Love is the Lord of Life, whose rhythmic 
breath ..... 

LXIX. — No murky Styx, no poison river pours 
LXX. — No little rivulet is this, confined . 
LXXI. — Blest city, fairer than a blissful dream 
LXXII. — And as I think upon that mystic flood 



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LXXIII. — O Christ, have our poor feeble minds con- 
ceived ....... 73 

LXXIV. — Have we not read that Thou one day will sit 74 
LXXV. — How have these words of fear from age 

to age 74 

LXXVI. — When from the language of the Orient . 75 
LXXVII. — How many souls indignant at this tale . 75 
LXXVIII. — Men in their hearts despise this Mighty One 75 
LXXIX. — How long, how long shall Terror sit 

enthroned ...... 76 

LXXX. — Didst thou not rather say that ere the last 76 
LXXXI. — Thou Patient One, how must Thou grieve 

to see 78 

LXXXII.— O Gentle Shepherd, Thou didst tell of one . 78 
LXXXni.— ^ O Christ, 

If God is Love and Light and if in Him 80 
LXXXI V. — Thou didst call God our Father, whose 

great heart ...... 80 

LXXXV.— Our Father ! When the Son of God went 

forth 80 

LXXXVI. — Though man forget from whence he came . 82 
LXXXVII. — How art thou satisfied with husks and 

swine ....... 85 

LXXXVIII. — Once did my father's strong and tender 

hand 86 

LXXXIX. — But we have read of that dread sin that no . 86 
XC. — Have thou no part nor lot in such a 

thought 87 

XCI. — What phrase is this that holds us thus 

enthralled 88 

XCII. — How have we stumbled at these fearful 

words ....... 88 

XCIII. — Nay, Thou didst utter hot, indignant 

words ....... 89 

XCIV, — How fierce the righteous wrath of love ! 

Behold 90 



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XCV. — No sterner, fiercer words, O Christ, e*er fell . 90 
XCVI. — Though men blaspheme the God who speaks 

10 them ....... 91 

XCVII. — The man who conscience stifles, who calls 

right 91 

XCVIII. — O Christ, defend us all in this our day . . 92 

XCIX. — Thou art Incarnate Love, and when that Love 93 

C. — To every cold or troubled heart . . -93 

CI. — Didst Thou not also say : " I am the Door " ? . 94 

CII. — But canst Thou draw men thus ? How slow 

our hearts ....... 96 

CHI. — I did not ask for life. By God's decree . 96 

CIV.— ^ Alas, 

Sin may deceive and we afar may stray . 98 

CV. — Would God our Father wake us from our sleep 98 

CVI. — Would God our Father scatter living souls . 99 

CVII. — Whither upon this strange and changeful sea . 100 

CVIII. — If any single soul shall drift in woe . . loi 

CIX.— Ah, never sank a sinning soul so low . . loi 

ex. — Oft have I heard, upon the night-wind borne . 102 

CXI. — If man can tame the fierce and ruthless beast . 103 

CXII. — If man can find a way to reach the dark . 104 

CXIII. — If when the tree is withered, parched, and 

dead 104 

CXIV. — All souls are thine. Thou boldest each essential 104 
CXIV^. — When Thou, Almighty Love, dwelling 

alone ........ 105 

CXV.— O Thou that from eternity . . . .105 

CXVI. — Why should we doubt Thy power? Shall the 

unseen ....... 107 

CXVII. — Shall the majestic sun that rules the heavens . 107 

CXVIII. — But must we ever follow, never lead ? . . 109 

CXIX. — Spirit of freedom, thou dost love the sea . 109 

CXX. — Thou dost delight in every mountain-side . no 

CXXI. — Whence hast thou thy courage, brown thrush, 

brown thrush ? . . . , , ,110 



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CXXII. —Author and God of freedom, Thou dost 
plant ...... 

CXXIII.— By love of freedom led . 
CXXIV.—Be not too sure .... 

CXXV. — Or dazzled by the wild extravagance 
CXXVI. — For despots on their thrones . 
CXXVII. — Or swarming Asian hordes 
CXXVIIL— In the titanic struggle yet to be 
CXXIX. — O sacred Freedom, man has loved thee 

long 

CXXX. — What means this murmuring sound that 

fills the air . 
CXXXT. — Ye winds of heaven, your wings are faint 
CXXXII. — A dreamer heard a warning voice declare 
CXXXIII. — Hear the Creator to His children say 
CXXXIV. — Lov'st thou the voice of ocean's breaking 
wave ....... 

CXXXV. — Our hearts cry out for freedom, we 
would be .... . 

CXXXVI.— What then is freedom's limit, where its 

end 

CXXXVn. — Above the clouds the soaring eagle mounts 
CXXXVni. — Feeble we come from darkness into light 
CXXXIX. — Wild storms across the ocean rage un- 
curbed ...... 

CXL. — Despite the envious ills of life . 
CXLI. — From the vexed shore I watched the 
storming main .... 

CXLII. — No petty bounds has God around us 
drawn ...... 

CXLIII. — I stood beneath the blazing dome of 
night ...... 

CXLIV. — Free through our Father's kingdom shall 
we roam ..... 

CXLV. — Think not that love is feeble or supine 
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CXLVII. — Strong are the bonds of friendship firm and 

tried 144 

CXLVIII. — Royal the lover of his fellow-men . . 144 

CXLIX. — Ah, love and love alone at last will solve . 145 

CL. — Tender affections at the hearthstone dwell . 146 
CLI. — Stronger than death, or life, or death in 

life 146 

CLII. — The babe forlorn and motherless . . 147 

CLIII. — Such noble gleams of love our life adorn . 148 

CLIV.— Ah, Lord, I fain would sing Thy praise . 149 

CLV. — Do well thy part 150 

CLVI. — But are not mind and matter under law? . 150 

CLVII. — He rules by law, His law is over all . . 151 

CLVni.— Well I recall the night . . . .151 

CLIX. — The cyclone and tornado that we fear . 153 

CLX. — God rules by law, but law can never bind . 154 

CLXI. — He whose slow movements look to our dull 

eyes 155 

CLXII. — He who created heavenly orbs to roll . . 155 

CLXII a. — I dreamed that God had slain His child . 155 

CLXII ^. — Wouldst God malign ! Or dar'st thou say . 157 

CLXII c. — Not always gradual is our upward way . 159 

CLXII df. — When Saul of Tarsus met the light . . 159 

CLXII e. — My heart is filled with pent-up fire . . 160 

CLXIII. — He who each atom guards so jealously . 161 

CLX IV. — 'T is but a spectral phantom of the night . 162 

CLXV. — We may be fellow-laborers with God . .162 

CLXVI. — God is a Spirit ; they that worship Him . 163 

CLXVIL— Of Him and to and through Him all things 

are ........ 164 

CLXVIII. — 'T is but His hand that doth encompass us . 165 

CLXIX. — O Love Supreme, wilt Thou not speak , 166 

CLXX. — Rend Thou the heavens and hasten down . 166 

CLXXI. — He for us men, to share our toil and pain . 167 

CLXXII. — How strong art Thou, great Son of God . 168 

CLXXII^. — Thou who the wrath of man didst bear , 169 



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CLXXII ^.—Beneath His burden bent 
CLXXIII. — O Desire of every nation . 
CLXXIV. — Is it a mighty, rushing wind 
CIvXXV. — ^^And then upon my ear there fell a voice 
CLXXVI. — Crucified in shame and anguish 
CLXXVII. — Like organ tones that, with majestic roll 
CLXXVIII. — Lord of my waiting soul. Thou Saviour 
dear ...... 

CLXXIX. — And then a sound of triumph I could hear 
CLXXX. — Slain by the Son of God All-glorious 



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Note. — In this edition of Christus Victor italic letters are 
used in addition to the Roman numerals, where a new strophe 
is introduced, or the position of an old one is changed, in 
order to avoid altering the Roman numerals, by means of 
which reference has been made to many strophes in reviews, 
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